Dream life, manifested
I’ve been so busy working towards the next goal, trying to visualise what my dream life would look like, that I forgot that this life I’m living is exactly what I manifested.
So many pieces of the my life I became so used to that I forgot I prayed for them only a couple of years ago. The pieces that are, probably, most important, and yet once they become normalised life they almost seem to fade into the background as I shift my focus on to what I don’t have.
Four years ago, now, my health had declined to a point where I was rendered bed-bound. After twelve months of battling with my illness and finally being diagnosed and treated for it, my body was still so much weaker and slower than before. Of course it was. I had spent an entire year unable to do even the most mundane daily tasks. And although I was finally on the road to recovery, I wanted nothing more than to lift a barbell over my head again and to run with the cold morning air slapping my face. And now, I’m entering a Hyrox competition this summer.
My little family was another important piece of my life that I manifested into existence. I wanted a partner that was worthy of me [yes, you read that right], to fill our home with love and laughter - and to have a dog too would have been nothing short of perfection. Almost 3 years ago my partner and Luna came into my life and I often forget [usually when Luna is barking at the delivery driver or my partner has left a variety of clutter strewn across the coffee table] how I had wished so deeply for this.
Lastly, I reached down into the depths of my soul and realised the thing that was missing from my life, the thing that brought me and my inner child so much joy was writing. So I started writing. Slowly and sloppily. Stumbling over words and teaching myself how to nurture an idea into an entire book. And last week I published my first novel.
Goal posts move and change and I’m still growing as a writer and envisioning what that success looks like to me. But when I look back at what I’ve already worked hard to manifest, it reaffirms my trust and belief in myself.
That, shit, I really can do it.
