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When you decide to live differently, to step into a version of yourself you havenāt yet met, people will get uncomfortable. They might smile politely while secretly hoping you return to ānormal.ā But you werenāt born for normal. You were born to evolve. And evolution has never been tidy.
Itās a messy ting!
Iāve had to reassess the idea that the universe would give me what I requested by sitting cross-legged, visualizing my dreams, and hoping my goals drop into my lap.Ā
It may take a lifetime for me to understand the mechanism behind manifestation. But the real magic? Itās in the decision to change your internal state, even when the external
world hasnāt caught up yet. That takes madness. Conscious madness.
Not recklessness. Not denial. But the kind of intentional delusion that lets you act like the person you want to becomeāeven when you have every reason to stay who you are.
People donāt talk enough about the discomfort of becoming. We say we want new outcomes but rarely want the identity shift that precedes them. Thatās the
hard part. Because your subconscious doesnāt update just because you want it toāit updates when your choices force it to.
The job you want? It requires a you that doesnāt second-guess every decision.
The love you want? It calls for a you that isnāt still writing scenes from an old heartbreak.
The peace you crave? It demands a
you who no longer feeds off inner chaos.
So, when I say madness, Iām not saying throw logic out the window. Iām saying stretch it until it āPop!ā. Let go of the tight script thatās kept you boxed in. Rewrite the narrative. Walk into the version of yourself youāve only visited in dreams.
Reality doesnāt respond to what we want. It responds to who you are.
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The future version of youāthe confident one, the joyful one, the one who isnāt constantly waiting for permissionāis already here, waiting for you to tune in. But to reach your future self, you must stop asking for signs and start being the sign.
Thatās how I write now. Not from who I was, but from who Iām becoming. Every word I put down is a declaration: this is the life I choose to build. This is the
reality Iām calling in. And it might look like madness to someābut it feels like truth to me.
So hereās my invitation: Be bold enough to lose your mind, Gentle Reader. Then, rebuild it as something worthy of the life you know is possible.
Because youāre not here to be realistic.
Youāre here to lose your mind.
Peace, love and power.
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