Manifesting Freedom

Category: I love how the universe works

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    The Universe Has Jokes… and a Heart of Gold
    So it’s Wednesday. I’m officially over the bus life. Not in a dramatic, throw-my-coffee kind of way—more like a slow, soul-sighing shuffle to the daycare, wondering if my legs are still attached. These 4 a.m. wake-ups? Brutal. The 7 p.m. homecomings? Olympic-level chaos.

    I’m dragging. Emma’s already dropped off. I’m ticking off the minutes until the next bus arrives, knowing we’re cutting it close. I’m mentally calculating the sprint I’ll need to make it.

    Then the daycare door opens—and I’m immediately wrapped in a hug.
    Not by my kiddo.
    By the daycare owner.

    She’s slightly older than me, radiating warmth and wisdom. Her hug feels like it’s been earned through years of struggle and grace.

    “You taking the bus?! See?” she says, eyes wide.

    I nod. “Yup.”

    “In da cold mornings too?” Her face contorts like I’ve just confessed to swimming in lava.

    Another nod.

    “No no no no!” She steps back, finger wagging like a mama bear with a mission. “This is bad! See?!”

    I shrug. “It is what it is.”

    She rubs my shoulders like she’s trying to warm my soul. “You come in the morning—I open early for you! No wait outside! Brrrr!”

    I laugh, genuinely touched. “That would be amazing. It’d help me catch the earlier bus.”

    Before I can even finish thanking her, she’s already on to phase two of her rescue plan.

    “I bring Emma home every night. 5:30. I bring her. You house close to me.”

    I blink. Tears well. “Wow. Thank you. Truly.”

    She hugs me again. “Moms stick together! We love Emma. You deserve it, momma. We help!”

    And just like that, the universe—through this fierce, loving woman—rewrote my week.

    Now?
    One bus ride in the evenings.
    Thirty minutes of me-time before Emma gets home.
    A little slice of peace carved out of chaos.

    It’s not just logistics. It’s love. It’s community. It’s divine orchestration with a side of finger-wagging and shoulder rubs.

    So here’s to the helpers. The huggers. The ones who see your struggle and say, “No no no no!” and then do something about it.

    Because sometimes, the universe doesn’t just show up—it shows up wearing a daycare apron and calling you “momma.”

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Monday Magic, Bus Stop Edition 🚌✨
    I woke up at 4 a.m. with a deadline breathing down my neck and a toddler snuggled beside me like a tiny, chaotic alarm clock. It’s day one of our new adventure: busing to daycare and work.

    Why? Because last week, on day three of a fever that had me hallucinating soup recipes, my van was repossessed. Transmission failing, finances flailing, and me—just trying to keep the wheels turning (even if they’re now public transit wheels).

    But here’s the twist: I scheduled the repo. Yep. Sick in bed, sipping tea, and coordinating the pickup like a boss. Because when life throws lemons, I apparently throw logistics.

    So here we are. On the bus. In the rain. Smiling.
    Emma’s giggling. I’m laughing at the irony—like how I chose her preschool because it was “on the way to work.”
    By car.
    Turns out, it’s a bit of a trek when you’re a busing duo. But hey, we’re learning. We’re adapting. We’re kind of crushing it.

    Twenty minutes later, I’m back on the bus—solo. Music in my ears. Rain on the windows. And suddenly, I feel it:
    Freedom.

    Two hours of transit. One hour just for me.
    No emails. No meetings. No toddler negotiations over snack choices.
    Just me, my thoughts, and a playlist that understands my soul.

    It’s simple.
    It’s gritty.
    It’s oddly profound.

    Because sometimes the universe doesn’t give you a detour—it gives you a new route entirely. And if you’re lucky (or just stubbornly optimistic), that route comes with unexpected peace, a few laughs, and a reminder that you’re still in motion.

    So here’s to the bus rides, the rain, and the magic of showing up anyway.
    When was the last time you turned a misstep into a moment of magic?

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Sick. Sweaty. Slightly possessed by ambition.
    That was me last week—fever spiking to 104, coughing like I’d swallowed a foghorn, pale enough to haunt a lighthouse. I looked like I’d been run over by a reindeer and dragged through a holiday special.

    And then—bam—my phone rings.

    It’s a nonprofit. Dream job. Director of Marketing. A connection I made weeks ago had passed along my resume and a rave review. They wanted to interview me before the role even posted publicly.

    Did I mention I was dying?
    Did I care?
    Absolutely not.

    I didn’t breathe a word about being sick. I just asked (meekly, heroically) if we could do Zoom instead of in-person. They agreed.

    The next day, I dragged myself out of bed like a feverish warrior. Showered. Prepped. Looked like a ghost with a LinkedIn profile. But I was ready.

    I logged in. They noticed I looked… unwell. I assured them I was prepared. And I was.
    Minutes in, I had them leaning in. Captivated. Respect earned. Expectations exceeded.

    Turns out there are four roles I’d be a great fit for. My mind? Reeling. My body? Melting. My soul? Thriving.

    I passed out on the couch post-interview. Emma still asleep. My phone buzzes.
    “Please respond to the email.”
    They’d sent it moments after the interview ended.
    They wanted a second interview to discuss which role I wanted.

    Plot twist: The universe was just getting started.

    Monday: Bonus from my current job.
    Tuesday: Deep appreciation from my team.
    Wednesday: Promotion and raise.
    Thursday: Second interview goes off without a hitch.

    We talk salary. I have no idea what their range is—it’s not even posted yet. So I name my number. The VP says they’ll draft a proposal for the CEO.

    Now we wait.
    And honestly? I’m excited.

    Because when you show up—feverish, exhausted, but driven—the universe shows up too.
    And sometimes, it brings a bonus, a raise, and a dream job all in one week.

    So tell me—when was the last time you were this driven?
    Because magic doesn’t always come with glitter. Sometimes it shows up in sweatpants, coughing, and refusing to miss your shot.

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Plot twist: Wednesday came with a plot upgrade.
    I walked into work expecting emails and coffee. Instead? I walked out with a promotion and a raise.

    Cue the internal confetti cannon. 🎉

    After months of showing up, stretching beyond my comfort zone, and quietly crushing it—I got the tap on the shoulder. “We see you,” they said. And wow, does it feel good to be seen.

    Proud. Grateful. Slightly stunned.
    Cheers to the kind of recognition that sneaks up on you… and the kind of growth you can’t ignore.

    Here’s to unexpected plot twists and well-earned glow-ups.

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    🎃 The Halloween Curse Strikes Again
    If you know my family, you know Halloween isn’t just costumes and candy—it’s a cursed calendar square. This year, true to tradition, the curse came for me and Emma. High fevers. Six days. One very foggy memory of trying to reheat soup and realizing I’d forgotten to turn on the burner after half an hour of waiting. Sleep became sacred. Sanity? Optional.

    Enter: my brother. The unsung hero in sweatpants. He DoorDashed medicine, groceries, comfort food, and the kind of care that doesn’t come with a receipt. He checked in daily, made sure we felt human, and reminded me—through texts and tacos—that I wasn’t alone. Honestly, he’s the best human I know. And I get to call him my little brother.

    💸 Meanwhile, in the Land of Adulting…
    While my body was fighting off whatever Halloween hex had hit us, my brain was spiraling into financial dread. I haven’t been at my job long, and my benefits don’t kick in until next month. I was quietly panicking—wondering if a week off would cost me my job, my paycheck, or both. I was sick, scared, and silently stress-spiraling while watching Bluey with Emma.

    🧠 Monday: Return of the Fever Queen
    I walked into work bracing for awkward glances and maybe a pink slip. Instead? I was met with hugs, “We missed you!”s, and genuine concern. My desk had never looked so welcoming. At lunch, my coworker (and low-key guardian angel) pulled me aside. He was running payroll and looked worried. “A week’s lost wages can be brutal,” he said gently. I nodded, trying to keep it light: “I’m living on a prayer, baby.”

    ⏳ One Hour Later: Plot Twist
    He called me into a meeting. I assumed it was about paperwork. Instead, he said he’d spoken with our boss. They’d decided I deserved a bonus—for consistently going above and beyond, for showing up with heart, and for being the kind of person they didn’t want to lose. The bonus? Just shy of a full week’s wages. I blinked. My lips wobbled. All I could whisper was “thank you.”

    💖 Tuesday: The Love Parade
    By the next day, nearly everyone I work with had stopped by to say they were glad I was back. That they’d missed me. That they’d worried. It wasn’t just professional—it was personal. And it reminded me that sometimes, even in the middle of a fever dream and financial fear, you’re held. Quietly. Fiercely. By people who see you.

  • I love how the universe works…. It’s truly just magical in its Devine orchestration.

    Last week, I made one of the hardest decisions a pet parent can face: I chose to rehome our beloved dog.

    It wasn’t because of love lost—far from it. But lately, my schedule has been relentless, and he’s spent more time in the kennel than curled up beside me. When I came home and heard his soft whimpering—gentle, aching, like a question that hung in the air—I knew something had to change. That sound stayed with me. It echoed through the quiet of the house and through my heart.

    I tried everything. I posted adoption listings on multiple sites, hoping to find someone who’d love him as much as we do. But strangely, every post was flagged and removed. It felt like the universe was blocking me, or maybe nudging me toward something else.

    Then I mentioned it to my brother—just a passing comment about the flagged posts and the weight of the decision. The next day, he called me back with unexpected news: our sister had just decided she was ready for a dog. She’d met a few, but none felt right. And when she heard about our pup, she said, “That’s the one.”

    It was a moment of serendipity. Her household is perfect for him—opposite work shifts mean someone’s always home, and they have a spacious yard for him to roam and explore. Most importantly, she’s the kind of person who keeps her pets for life. No uncertainty. No second-guessing. Just love and commitment.

    When she came to pick him up, she laughed and said, “It’s wild—I literally made up my mind last week to get a dog. I met a few, but didn’t feel a connection. I called our brother to vent, and he was like, ‘I know who has the right dog for you.’”

    Four days later, our old friend had a new name, a cozy new bed, a vet appointment to establish care, and a Santa pup photoshoot on the calendar. He’s not just rehomed—he’s home.

    And while my heart still aches a little, it’s hard to feel sad about a match like that. It feels like the universe conspired to give him the life he deserves. And I got to be part of that story.