On Self Love July 26 2017
Become Your Own Master & Manifest Your Dream Life
There’s a popular saying, “I’ll believe it when I see it,” common among skeptics, the un-optimistic, and dare I say, even the realists?
But what if we flipped that old saying? What if I told you, you’ll see it when you believe it.
Suddenly, the realists’ favourite cliché becomes a new age mantra for self-belief, self-love, and the possible existence of unicorns.
Okay, I can’t promise you unicorns. But I can promise you that the moment you start believing in yourself, is the moment you become your own master. And when you’re your own master, the possibilities are truly endless.
When you’re your own master, you can manifest the life of your wildest dreams.
Let me explain.
Once upon a time, I was 25 years old, living the fast life in the big city. I had a good job, great friends, a newly acquired BF, and a monthly rent that was stretching me thin. While I always dreamt of working for myself, of writing a book, of being my own boss, I couldn’t see it. Not then.
How would I pay my rent as a nobody writer? How would I afford brunch with the girls if I couldn’t afford my rent? How could I leave my cushy big city job for a “career” that felt so unstable to me — even if it was my dream.
Imagining my dream life was like opening my eyes underwater. Vaguely cloudy and it stung.
And then I was “let go.” The company I was working for “couldn’t afford me any longer.” (At least, that’s how they put it.) And I was forced to take a hard look at my life. Where I was. And where I wanted to be.
After crying myself to sleep for three nights — because, omg, I love brunch — I decided that I was a writer. Always had been. And I believed it. Hardcore. And then I asked myself, what do writers do? The answer was easy.
They write books, and blogs and pretty much anything for anyone at all who values their work. So that’s what I did. I wrote and wrote and wrote and three years later, I’m my own boss, living the life of my dreams (minus my pretty apartment in the big city because there's always a little give and take). All because I dared to believe. All because I loved myself enough to trust my gut and follow my heart. (This is where the self-love stuff comes in.)
Be forewarned, though. This isn’t magic. It’s not the stuff of fairy tales. Self-love and in turn, self-belief, is hard work. My dream’s a work in progress. It hasn’t happened overnight, but it’s happening right now.
It doesn’t need to be so drastic for you. You don’t have to lose your job or your pretty apartment. You can start small. Is it your dream to own your own business? Tour Europe? Live in a house with a white picket fence? Start visualizing. Believe in yourself. Take baby steps. Trust yourself. Become your own master.
You’ll see it when you believe it.