When the Universe Delivers What Your Soul Whispered

“Julie, this is the life you’ve always wanted.”

Manifestation is a funny thing—because what most people don’t realize is the Universe is always listening. Always. And it will deliver not what your ego is screaming, but what your soul is singing.

It’s taken me years—deep, undoing, soul-stretching years—to arrive here. And this summer has been the clearest, most sacred reminder that what I’m living now… the ease, the time, the freedom to travel, the peace in my body… is what I have always wanted.

Back in my 20s and 30s, I remember watching the dance moms. The ones who didn’t work, who had time for yoga, coffee dates, midweek hikes. They drove nice cars. They seemed calm. I didn’t want to be them—but I did want the feeling. Spaciousness. Beauty. A rhythm of life that didn’t revolve around burnout and busyness.

But when I was still in the thick of the rebuild—the aftermath of trauma and the panic of “what now?”—it felt impossible. I was holding on so tightly to what once was… my name, my work, my worth. At that time, I equated value with hustle. I worked 6 days a week and when I didn't anymore- I choked up every time someone asked, “So… what do you do?”

There was so much identity collapse. My days were filled with striving—if I do this, then I’ll be… The ego’s need for survival was center stage, and let me tell you, that fame-chasing, perfectionistic part of me wasn’t going down without a fight.

But here’s the thing the Guides always say: be present. Feel the prayer. Somatically hold the desire—not just in your mind, but in your body. Because those soul-whispers? They are being delivered. The question is: can you receive them?

Manifestation is less about the vision board and more about the capacity to receive. To feel worthy of what you asked for. And then to trust that it’s not too good to be true—that this is exactly how the Universe works.

So this season? This is my season of RECEIVING.

Of sitting on my throne, in joy, in awe. Not waiting for the other shoe to drop. But fully savoring the dream.

And what a difference… Back then, yes—I manifested wild things. World travel, epic vacations, big moments. But they were tainted by anxiety, by the ache of self-doubt, by the background hum of sadness. I didn’t know how to be in them. I didn’t yet know how to receive.

Now? I sit with my coffee in the morning sun. I paddleboard and laugh. I camp with my family. I fish under the stars. These are the prayers I once whispered—and I’m finally letting myself bathe in them.

The Universe has been so patient. Waiting for me to soften. To land. To say: thank you.

This is it. This is the life I always wanted.

"The dream life isn't coming....it's arriving everytime you slow down enough to feel it"

JOURNAL PROMPT:

Ok...Be honest.....what in your life right now is actually kinda amazing- but you forgot to celebrate it because your brain was too busy stressing about "what's next?"

Now write it down. Circle it. Put some sparkles around it.

You manifested that !!

Now ask yourself:

Have I actually let myself enjoy this?

Am I low-key afraid it's too good to be true?

What would it look like to receive it like the queen/goddess/badass I AM?