“Do you believe in manifesting?” My friend Zoe was asking me over tea, tucked in the sofa near the gentle fire, as the sun was setting on the rolling hills of Somerset.
I looked at the flames, and my mind started wandering…
“I would say I do.”
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So many times in my life, magic had happened in such a natural way that you could think it was a fairytale. My husband, our home. My career, a long time ago. My dog.
So many things had just popped out of thin air, fresh and feeling like they were made to measure, just for me. Exactly like I had imagined them, just better.
And yet.
There had been areas of my life that had been awfully frustrating.
Visions I’d held for years that keep crashing like waves on a wall so thick and so high that I couldn’t even peek to see what was behind. All I was left with was the mystery of an unfulfilled destiny.
Aaargh! Was the wall made of my limiting beliefs? Should I keep banging at it or was it just time to turn around and let go—be happy with what life had already …