There’s something nostalgic about finishing a journal.
As if a chapter of your life is coming to a close. You’ve immortalized your experiences by writing them down, and what may seem like an insignificant daily task becomes a collective of experiences that create the whole.
This journal started exactly 11 months ago.
I was at the genesis of my spiritual awakening, terrified to keep going but too deep to turn back around.
Once you see, you can’t unsee.
And I was deep into the knowing.
I kept going.
I manifested my dreams in this journal.
I manifested my current life in this journal.
I manifested the team, the business, the goals.
But more importantly, I manifested the feelings I so longed to create this time last year.
I feel all of that now, more than ever.
As I sit here, I am filled with gratitude.
For what once was.
For what’s becoming.
To honor the nostalgia, I started at the beginning.
I opened the first page of the journal, and I read what I had desired.
Having never returned to these pages once they were inked with pen, I was unsure of what I would find.
My eyes widened.
Everything I wrote,
Everything I longed for,
I have it now.
The beautiful, bold, courageous vision that seemed so distant at the start of this journal.
It was first created in my mind,
Then inked in these pages,
And now etched in my life.
And THAT is the power of manifestation.