There was a version of you who existed                                  
before you learned to put conditions on joy.

Who could turn absolutely nothing into absolutely everything. Who didn't need permission to be delighted.

(And just in case nobody ever told you…                      
you never had to earn it, and you still don't.)

Something magical is stirring - and there's a little part of you that already knows where to find it;

All you have to do is listen.