Story Time: The Cup of Coffee That Changed Everything

Story Time: The Cup of Coffee That Changed Everything

There I was — fresh off manifesting something huge.
And I mean life-altering, pack-up-your-entire-existence huge.

I had just moved to Joseph, Oregon.
Across the entire state.
New town. New life. New chapter.

(Don’t worry, I’ll spill the full story on that move another time — it’s just that good! But for now, just know this: it was my first real, conscious manifestation. And it worked!!)

So there I was, sitting in my freshly unpacked house, fire roaring in the woodstove, snow falling outside like a scene from a Hallmark movie. I had a steaming mug of coffee in my hands, and a thought hit me:

“I’m going to manifest… a cup of coffee.”

Easy, right?

But not just any coffee. Oh no. I had rules.

1. It had to be free.
2. Someone had to hand it to me — with affection.

It couldn’t be that someone brewed a pot and I poured my own. No. I wanted it to be for me. Special. Intentional.

☕ The Coffee Quest Begins

It was October. I was brand new to the community. I knew exactly zero people. (Well kind of… more on that in a feature blog.)

My routine became a little ritual:

• Morning: Journal about receiving the coffee and how it made me feel — while sipping my regular morning joe for extra manifestation punch.
• Daytime: Whenever the thought popped into my head, I’d give thanks for this free, lovingly-offered cup of coffee that was already mine in the unseen.
• Evening: After meditation, I’d spend five minutes visualizing the moment — the warmth of the cup, the smell, the taste, the feeling of being cared for.

No vision board. No Pinterest-worthy altar. Just good old-fashioned creative visualization.

📉 The Dip

Weeks passed. Then months.

By December, my enthusiasm was… let’s just say “lukewarm.”

I had five people living in my household at the time. Over three months, not one of them handed me a cup of coffee. Not once. Despite the fact that they all made coffee daily.

I started to feel unimportant. Invisible. Like maybe the universe had better things to do than deliver my latte-level dreams.

🎄 The Let-Go

Around Christmas, as I decorated the tree, I decided to release it. Maybe I wanted it too badly. Maybe I was gripping the desire so tightly that the universe couldn’t slip it into my hands.

So I stopped thinking about it. No journaling. No visualizing. Just… let it be.

🌧 The Twist

Mid-January, cabin fever hit hard. We decided to head into town.

It was raining — a welcome break from the endless snow. As we passed the local Mexican restaurant, the smell of fresh tortillas pulled us inside.

And there she was.

A woman I’d met once before, while vacationing in Wallowa County — the very trip that had sparked my move here.

Her name was Audra. (If you’re reading this, I love you girl.)

Her smile was like sunshine after a long winter. I didn’t realize how isolated I’d felt until that moment. We talked for ages, catching up, making plans.

Her husband cooked us a meal that tasted like love. Before we left, we set a date to meet at the park the following week so our kids could play.

☕ The Coffee Arrives

The next week, I walked into the park with my little one — and there she was.

Audra. Sitting on a bench.
Holding two cups of coffee.

One for her.
One for me.

Handed to me. With affection.

I nearly laughed out loud. (Okay, so I might have shed a couple of tears.)

💡 The Real Manifestation

That cup of coffee wasn’t just coffee. It was connection. It was friendship. It was the universe saying, “I heard you. I was just waiting for the perfect delivery.”

Audra would go on to play many more roles in my journey — she already had, even before we knew it.

And here’s the kicker: almost ten years later, I still receive free cups of coffee handed to me with affection. ALL THE TIME!

Every single one gets a silent nod of thanks to the universe.

Because now, I 100% believe:

I will and do receive free cups of coffee — always.

📝 Takeaway for You

If you’re manifesting something — big or small — remember:

• Set your intention clearly.
• Feel it as if it’s already yours.
• Release the grip. Let the universe surprise you with the how.

Sometimes, the thing you’re asking for is just the wrapping paper. The real gift is what’s inside.