I fix things. I guess I'm a small scale personal life Scandal cast member. My advice stops car wreaks days before they happen.

My family calls me the peacemaker, to absorb all jumbled emotions and spit out serenity. And I love fixing things. Maybe that's where my masculine energy comes from because you know women can't logically fix things.

I used to attract unsolved puzzle pieces of men trying to fulfill my role. It took me flights and sleepless nights and fading scars to realize that this isn't working.

So I decided to try to fix myself.

Usually my magic is null and void when it comes to the contracts of my life. Usually I forget that my self producing loopholes are there, loopholes that leave spaces for people to walk out of my life.

I explored the dusty parts of myself and began to clean. Once I could see the floor of my soul I realized that my role is not synonymous with my purpose.

I can be a fixer without breaking myself and I can be dynamic without being tragic.