Manifesting Freedom

Tag: life

  • 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.

    🎃 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.

  • 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.