Between Manifesting and Action

There was a period of my life where I sincerely believed that if I held the vision strongly enough, if I stayed aligned, if I trusted hard enough, the life I wanted would simply appear. I journaled, I lit candles, I repeated affirmations, I visualised the future as if it were already here. I tried to keep myself in the right “frequency.” And I truly believed that was the work.

And yes, some things shifted. Small things, subtle things, the kind that are almost easy to miss. A sense of orientation, a soft inner knowing, tiny expansions. But the big shifts, the ones I was longing for, didn’t land. Not because the universe was withholding anything, but because I wasn’t participating in my own becoming.

I was waiting to be chosen by my life.

There was a moment that made this undeniable. I was sitting at my kitchen table, tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. I had just written out, once again, the things I wanted, the life I could feel but hadn’t yet touched. And a thought rose, quiet and steady: You aren’t meeting it.

Not forcing. Not pushing. Not performing. Just meeting it. Allowing it to shape how I moved, how I chose, how I showed up.

I realised that a part of me was staying in the dreaming because dreaming felt safer than doing. If I didn’t take action, I couldn’t fail. If I didn’t try, I couldn’t be rejected. If I kept my desires somewhere up in the sky, they couldn’t collapse on the ground.

Dreaming protects us.But living asks something more intimate.It asks us to risk.

What changed for me was not motivation or confidence. It was honesty. I began asking myself a simple question:

If the life I want is already in motion, how would I move today?

And the answers were small. Send the message. Be honest in the conversation. Rest when I’m tired instead of pushing through out of fear. Choose what feels nourishing instead of what feels performative. Take the next step that is available instead of waiting for the perfect one.

Slowly, things began to shift. Not in a dramatic, cinematic way. More like the way a body turns toward warmth without thinking. It stopped feeling like I was “trying to manifest” and started feeling like I was inhabiting myself more fully.

Manifestation, as I understand it now, is not calling something in from outside. It is preparing a place inside where what we desire can land. It is rearranging our inner world so the outer world recognises us.

It is not passive, and it is not forceful.It is participation.

A dialogue between longing and choice.

Between vision and embodiment.

Between who we have been and who we are becoming.

The universe meets us.

But it meets us in motion.

In vulnerability.

In willingness.

The life we want does not ask us to be perfect before it arrives.It asks us to show up.

One honest action at a time.