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.⁣

⁣Feeling seen.⁣

Feeling heard.⁣

Feeling valued.⁣

Feeling connected.⁣

⁣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.⁣

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