My life on page was a thought out journey of blue ink words neatly pressed on paper. There it was, all my dreams waiting to be checked off one by one. The expectation and timing of what I envisioned had to fit right into my life. I would start to work on a dream I had, and find myself tweaking and fine tuning it to death before I could release it. I didn’t want to make mistakes, so my dreams sat in the incubator of perfection waiting to be born. I would stare at my list of dreams wondering why they hadn't started coming true. I manifested my list, I started working on it, what's going on? Why were my dreams wait listed while others around me were making their dreams come to life? I discovered while some of life is luck, I found those around me were capturing the "fireflies of luck" by being open to opportunity and imperfection.The fireflies of luck are blinking moments of opportunity that dazzle the eye making the darkness glitter with possibilities. They are pure strokes of magic that flash bright for a second, tap you on the shoulder to say “hi" and then...