Throughout my life I’ve been very Type B. Floating through life, almost in a trance, believing that whatever was meant for me would eventually manifest. I thought things just happened. And yes, things did happen—but never the things I actually wanted.
Looking back, I can’t blame anyone else. I was simply going through the motions, hoping that one day my vision board would come alive. But vision boards are not magic spells—they’re supposed to inspire action. And I wasn’t taking any. Whether it was depression, anxiety, or just fear, I stayed frozen.
The shift came after my last relationship ended. Surrounded by better people and learning to move for myself, I began to wake up. The biggest turning point? Buying a new car. For years I believed I had to settle—that I didn’t deserve anything better than “quirky” or “good enough.” But one day, stressed out and tired of making do, I realized: I didn’t have to just deal. I could ask for help. I could change my situation. And I did.
Driving that car home, it clicked: fate is real, but it doesn’t write the whole story. Manifestation is not waiting—it’s moving. It’s taking steps, even small ones, toward what you want. Much like the shepherd in The Alchemist, who left behind expectations to follow his own path, I discovered that fortune is found in motion, not stillness.
At 33, I’ve learned I don’t have to settle for good enough anymore. Fulfillment comes from choosing differently, asking for more, and trusting that I deserve it. What feels alive now is not waiting for things to fall into place but creating a life where I no longer shrink myself or accept less than I need. This chapter is not just peaceful; it’s proof that loving myself means never settling again.
With love & moonlight,
Vintessa
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