From December 26 to today, it has been 64 days of living with intention.
And I don’t mean casually thinking positive thoughts. I mean intentionally choosing how I wake up, how I respond, what I entertain, what I consume, what I allow to stay in my energy, every single day.
I haven’t written in a while, but I’ve been living. And living this way has shifted everything.
What’s crazy is that life hasn’t folded perfectly. I still have moments of anxiety. I still have stress. The past has knocked a couple of times. But the difference now is that nothing lingers the way it used to. Anxiety comes and goes quickly. The past doesn’t pull at me. I don’t feel lonely. I don’t feel behind. I don’t feel desperate.
I feel calm.
I feel energized.
I feel present.
And I really believe that’s why things started moving the way they did.
I manifested the job I wanted. Not out of panic to leave where I was, but because I opened myself up to the possibility of something aligned. I didn’t jump at the first offer. I didn’t operate from desperation. I paused. I listened. I paid attention to how things felt in my body. And when the right opportunity came, it felt like peace, not pressure.
At the same time, I manifested paying off my debt. I had written it down. I had prayed about it. I had envisioned what it would feel like to breathe without that weight. And then I received the exact bonus I needed to wipe it out. Exact. Not close. Exact.
Even more interesting, while stepping into something new, I was also offered an increase in my current role that I’ll receive through my final day. It’s like everything aligned instead of competing.
And then, as if life wanted to show off a little, a golden retriever rescue landed in our laps for free. Now there are two goldens in this house full of love. The older one is three but she’ll always be my puppy. The new one is pure joy. My home feels alive.
None of this feels random to me.
When I stopped living distracted, things accelerated.
I haven’t been on social media. I don’t miss it. I think a lot of my anxiety before wasn’t even mine, it was comparison. Watching where everyone else was and subconsciously measuring myself against it. When I removed that noise, I could hear myself again. I could feel what was aligned and what wasn’t.
The biggest shift isn’t the job or the money or even the dogs.
It’s that I don’t entertain what doesn’t fulfill me anymore.
Not conversations.
Not old chapters.
Not confusion.
Not opportunities that feel like pressure.
Living with intention isn’t about forcing outcomes. It’s about becoming so disciplined with your thoughts and your energy that what you desire finds you faster because you’re no longer scattered.
I decided what I wanted. I spoke it. I believed it. And then I allowed life to unfold without gripping it.
And here we are.
Sixty-four days later, and everything that sat on my vision board is either here or actively unfolding.
I feel young. I feel hopeful. I feel steady. I feel full.
If this is what 64 days of showing up intentionally can do, I can’t even imagine what a year will look like.
I’m not chasing.
I’m aligned.
And that feels better than anything I could have forced.