Manifest

 It’s just a few weeks before we welcome the *ber* months—the start of the longest holiday season and, for me, the most magical time of the year. The third quarter has always felt like my season of luck. For months I had been waiting, almost impatiently, for an opportunity that felt right for me. Eventually, I let go, trusted the process, prayed, and surrendered everything to divine timing. Freelancing was supposed to keep me afloat until the end of the year, and I thought I’d figure out something new by next year. But then—just when I least expected it—an opportunity came knocking.

It surprised me, especially since the remote and work-from-home world has become so saturated. That’s when it hit me: when something isn’t meant for you, it only means there’s either a greater purpose ahead or something better waiting around the corner. And this time, that “something better” finally arrived. My sister always says I’m lucky, but what she doesn’t see are the struggles I quietly endure, choosing to stay calm and absorb the chaos on my own. Nothing has ever been easy—it’s either I rely on my charm or on the strength of my CV (thankfully, both seem to work).

Recently, I made a small but life-changing decision: I moved my bed into my home office. It turned out to be one of the best choices I’ve made. It’s the quietest part of the house, and now I no longer have to move from room to room during breaks. I’ve been craving peace and quiet more than ever, and this setup gives me exactly that. My sleep is better too—partly because of the colder weather, but also because I’m away from the street noise that used to wake me up so easily. I once took a test that showed I’m on “high alert” for emergencies. It’s not extreme, but it explains why even the smallest sounds can disturb my rest. And let’s not forget—my old bedroom was right beside the Catio. With five cats prowling and playing at night, sleep was close to impossible. Living with them sometimes made me feel like I had become nocturnal too.

Looking back, I realize manifestation has always worked for me, but not without action and a clear game plan. I’ve always believed we weave our own fate. Money doesn’t just fall from trees—hard work and determination never fail to open doors. Amen! Ⓕ