Monday Magic, Bus Stop Edition 🚌✨
I woke up at 4 a.m. with a deadline breathing down my neck and a toddler snuggled beside me like a tiny, chaotic alarm clock. It’s day one of our new adventure: busing to daycare and work.
Why? Because last week, on day three of a fever that had me hallucinating soup recipes, my van was repossessed. Transmission failing, finances flailing, and me—just trying to keep the wheels turning (even if they’re now public transit wheels).
But here’s the twist: I scheduled the repo. Yep. Sick in bed, sipping tea, and coordinating the pickup like a boss. Because when life throws lemons, I apparently throw logistics.
So here we are. On the bus. In the rain. Smiling.
Emma’s giggling. I’m laughing at the irony—like how I chose her preschool because it was “on the way to work.”
By car.
Turns out, it’s a bit of a trek when you’re a busing duo. But hey, we’re learning. We’re adapting. We’re kind of crushing it.
Twenty minutes later, I’m back on the bus—solo. Music in my ears. Rain on the windows. And suddenly, I feel it:
Freedom.
Two hours of transit. One hour just for me.
No emails. No meetings. No toddler negotiations over snack choices.
Just me, my thoughts, and a playlist that understands my soul.
It’s simple.
It’s gritty.
It’s oddly profound.
Because sometimes the universe doesn’t give you a detour—it gives you a new route entirely. And if you’re lucky (or just stubbornly optimistic), that route comes with unexpected peace, a few laughs, and a reminder that you’re still in motion.
So here’s to the bus rides, the rain, and the magic of showing up anyway.
When was the last time you turned a misstep into a moment of magic?
Manifesting Freedom 