I’m a big fan of making even the most mundane parts of day-to-day life feel witchy. If there’s a story I can tell myself that transforms the mundane into magical, I will choose to create that narrative every single time. Some might call this delusional (or should I say delulu?), but I like to think of it as creative psychology.

Currently, I’m in the process of furnishing my new apartment…

“I need to unplug/take a social media cleanse/go dark,” these phrases have become commonplace in our modern vernacular. The pull of social media’s siren song has enticed us all—except maybe your off-the-grid former classmate who now owns a tin foil hat to stop the government from reading his thoughts. Kidding…sort of. 

My point is, that few of us are immune. Myself included…

If there was ever a divine template for Carrie Bradshaw’s arc from sex columnist to single cat lady, the Norse goddess of love & fashion is it.

Likewise, other Friday deities like Venus, Aphrodite, and Ishtar LOVE a good aesthetic. Whether it’s a pearl necklace, a sea foam crown, or some well-placed war paint, there’s a reason we instinctively like to get dressed up on a Friday night.

So why not honor Friday the 13th by infusing your fashion with a little magic?

I’ve changed apartments five times in the past 27 months.

Yes, you read that correctly. That means I’ve packed up, physically moved my entire life from one place to the next, made myself at home, and then repeated the process an average of every 5 1/2 months for almost two and a half years.

I’m an expert at making myself at home QUICK...

In our modern world of TikTok new age-ism, there’s a lot of talk about the “evil eye” and “energy vampires,” but here’s the thing:

Most energetic connections—even those that feel negative—aren’t sourced from a place of malice or intent to harm. Assume there is no ill will unless proven otherwise.

Nevertheless, sometimes you're gonna need a bigger boat.

Apply to life when you need a spark, some confidence, or want to intensify your inner divine presence.

I have a tattoo down my spine that no one can read. Sure, it’s in Sanskrit, but even those well-versed in that language have trouble translating it since the artist took it upon himself to “make it look like a brush stroke” and failed to connect two lines that, in essence, make the whole script legible. Some might find this oversight frustrating, but I like to see it as just another part of this story.

As a #ModernDayMagicMaker, I believe that we each have a natural guidance system directing us to the keys used to unlock our own brand of magic.

I can't remember the first time I heard talk of smudging to clear the stagnant energy from your home, but the second I did, I knew I wanted to take part.