I woke up this morning with the most random scene from Austin Powers playing in my head, you know, the one where he loses his mojo like it’s an actual substance someone could bottle up, steal, and put back later. And for some reason, I sat up in bed and thought: Wait a second… did I lose mine too?
Not in the Austin Powers way, thank goodness, but in that “where did my spark go?” kind of way. That inner hum, the creative juice, the I feel like myself energy. You know the feeling. When everything’s slightly off and you can’t quite put your finger on why? You’re not exactly sad, but you’re also not lit up either.
And of course, my brain starts scanning the possible culprits before I’ve even made my coffee. Is it the moon? My hormones? Mercury Retrograde? The five million life transitions happening at once? Honestly, maybe all the above. But if I’m being real, it’s also this thing I love to admit I’m impatient. I want to feel like me again, and I want it now, thank you very much.
The honest truth is, I’ve made progress with this one over the years. I really have. I’ve learned to surrender a bit more (not always gracefully), to let the in-between moments be what it is without trying to bulldoze through it. But when my creative rhythm feels off, or my connection to Spirit feel quieter than usual…I notice. And I don’t always love sitting in that space.
I’ve written in the past about the discomfort of the in-between, that weird foggy space where you’ve outgrown something but haven’t fully stepped into what’s next. And while it’s tempting to fix, solve, or fast-forward through it, I’ve learned (and re-learned) that’s exactly where the deeper shift happens.
Mojo, I’ve come to realize, isn’t just the electric energy that gets you jumping out of bed with a plan. Sure, it can be that. But sometimes, it’s quieter. It’s the part of you that still shows up when you don’t feel like it. The one that whispers keep going, even when everything in you wants to crawl under a blanket and avoid, well.. everything.
Sometimes mojo isn’t a roar, it’s a flicker. And that flicker still counts.
Years ago, I had one of my first clear spirit guide encounters during a meditation class. I was visualizing myself standing in this beautiful open field of flowers, surrounded by a circle of trees. No path ahead. Just me, standing there, slightly panicked. My brain went straight to: Oh no. No path, no spark. I’m lost!!!
And then, for the very first time, I heard a voice, as if someone were sitting right beside me. It was my spirit guide, whom I came to know as Rose. She practically shouted, but not in a scolding way. It was more of a “you listen here, and you listen now” kind of love, the kind that comes from a mentor who truly sees you. Clear as day, in all caps, I heard:
YOU ARE NOT LOST. YOU ARE A STRONG AND INDEPENDENT WOMAN.
At the time, that was all I needed to hear. But I still had questions, and didn’t quite get it. It wasn’t until many years later, during a personal reading with another psychic medium, that the message finally clicked. I told him about that same vision, and he smiled and said, “How beautiful is that? No path means you get to make your own.
Well, okay then. That landed.
It took twelve years and few thousand emotional detours, but I finally got it. Now I can laugh at the synchronicity of it all, and the choices I made (and didn’t make) along the way.
Finding our mojo is a lot like making our own path. It’s not something we’re handed. It’s something we create. And maybe, just maybe, we don’t need to panic every time it feels like it’s gone missing.
What I’ve found that helps? Doing what lights you up absolutely helps bring it back. So does rest. So does crying it out, laughing with a friend, or having a quiet moment of truth with yourself and a great cup of coffee. Sometimes, that spark starts to return when you stop trying to force the flame. It sneaks in when you’re gentle, when you’re curious instead of critical, when you let yourself just be instead of trying to prove you’re okay.
We’re not meant to be lit up 24/7! That’s not sustainable, and it’s not real life. Our mojo needs space to breathe. Sometimes that space looks like stillness. Sometimes it looks like uninspired days that quietly plant the seeds for our next breakthrough.
My final thoughts here: if you’re feeling like you’ve lost your mojo. Just know this… You haven’t lost anything. You’re not broken. If you’re feeling a little off or unsure, that doesn’t mean you’ve failed. It just means that you, dear beautiful soul are evolving. That feels so much better, right?! The fog will always lift. The spark will always return. Your mojo is still there; you don’t have to force the light back on. Give it a little room, and it’ll remember how to glow.
Yeah, Baby, Yeah!!!