there is nothing i regret

more than waiting so long

before finally gathering the courage

to make it a reality.

my dad always warned me

about spending too much time

looking down, and it wasn’t

until i turned 22 that i figured out

what he meant, when i started

looking up and thinking,

now this, this is something

i want to remember.

so start making plans. create a pinterest board and title it “manifesting” or “what i’m working towards” or “who i’m becoming.” fill it with mundane shit, but shit that you want anyway, like photos of outfits you’d like to wear or plants you want to fill your apartment with or books you want to read. fill it with photos of the countries you want to visit and the cities you want to live in, the streets you want to walk down and the parks you want to sit in. fill it with the career stuff, too, like the stages you want to perform on, the discoveries you want to make, the conferences you want to speak at, or the classrooms you want to teach in. fill it with the family you’d like to have, the way you’d like to decorate your wedding, the house of your dreams. pin everything you see that makes you think, that would be nice to experience. every. single. thing. because life is more than just your clothing or your bedroom décor or even your career. it’s about everything. everything that brings you joy, that adds a piece, however small, onto the mosaic that is you. so don’t be afraid to want a little bit of all the world has to offer. it’s in your best interest to try and experience as much of it as you can.

you sit at the desk in your bedroom, staring at the blank page in front of you. you feel compelled to express your excitement about this sudden feeling of starting again, this newfound discovery, but can’t find the words. you can feel them tumbling around inside of you, but can’t figure out the right order to write them down in.

“perhaps i’m not meant to be able to express this yet,” you say with a sigh, gnawing on your bottom lip in frustration.

you aren’t even sure of what you’d write, anyway. i am growing into myself, finally, after all this time, perhaps, or i am starting to paint my own picture of what i want my life to be. but you’re afraid that you may lose the magic these words seem to carry if you write them down or even say them out loud. so you set the pencil down and go about your day, content to bring these feelings to life in a different way.

the high priestess

there is a small voice

inside you

that grows day by day.

she whispers your name,

louder and stronger

each time.

she tells you,

“i can show you

all you want to know.

you only need to open