26th Jan - Manifestation

Who the fuck do I think I am? Carrie Bradshaw? Sitting in a coffee shop, typing this, with a mocha perched in front of me, and a smug straight-back shit-eating-grin on my face. Truth is, I'm happy. I'm happy with where life is going right now, and I'm happy because I'm the one making it happen. I spoke, at length, last night, with both my partner, and my friend - two separate conversations - discussing the issue of manifestation. I couldn't quite believe how I'd been able to achieve everything I'd set my mind to so far this year, and how I could now see the fruits of my labour returning to me. 

I feel like I could have sent the exact same emails 2/3 years ago, and seen nothing back. Blanked, or rejected. But now, my bravery - or 'cojones' to quote Troy Deeney - to chase after any opportunity I spot is boomeranging back to me with 'yes' in plural. I think, at times, it may feel far too easy to allow life to dominate you. This bitch is on Christian Grey levels of bondage if you let it and suddenly you're knee-deep in your own feelings of self-loathing, battling debt or combatting anguish, with that metaphorical gag-ball wedged in your cakehole. "That's manifestation", replied my partner, referring to the sensation I tried but - for all my articulate nature - struggled to accurately express over a 2/3 minute period of silence in bed.

In summary, the core idea of manifestation is sat in the premise that each and every one of us is capable of bringing something tangible into our lives through belief, and attraction. Of course, there are limits, and elements of realism to be obeyed. Else, every man and his dog would be manifesting an evening consisting of a warm log fire, Mia Malkova, and an endless supply of Rolo yoghurt. "Well surely, everybody is manifesting because everybody wants to better their life?", came my reply, quizzing her on a topic I'm admittedly less-versed in. "You'd like to think so," she replied. "But it's not always the case. It depends on if you truly believe it, and if you're willing to put the work in to make it happen."

Now, before you go all Molly-Mae on me here, I'm fully aware that there are starving children in Africa who are more than willing to put the work in to fill their belly with a few spoonfuls of rice this evening, and that no matter how hard they manifest it, a 16oz medium-rare sirloin isn't going to magically appear from some kind of Porterhouse tardis in the middle of Nairobi. But I think, what she's hinting at here is the same principle I recently discussed with a friend in the boozer. For as long as I've known him, he's under achieved. Never realised his full potential. Allowed himself to accept mediocrity and to slip into lazy habits, rather than A) Realise his worth, and B) Fight for his worth. It's a universally accepted truth, which he himself acknowledges. But recently, I've seen change in him. Real positive change, enforced by daily habits, routine, structure, and organisation. "If you can maximise who you truly are..." I told him. "You can be the most powerful beast on Earth."

That final sentence is not just appropriate to a mate in the pub. It's appropriate to every person reading this right now, but to be who you truly want to be, and to fulfil the potential you have inside yourself, you have to find the bravery to not give a fuck if things go wrong, or if you face rejection along the way. Life, is about manifestation, but a key part of that, is knowing how to deal with the knocks which come your way en route to the final destination in your journey and growth, and knowing how to deal with them. After all, as the greatest speech in cinematic history once told us...

"It ain't about how hard you hit..."