When I was a kid, I was a manifesting queen in the making:
I kept little wish lists that included my dreams of being an actress, living in America (the American dream is REAL yo, even from the other side of the world), and what I wished the new sitting arrangements in my class was going to be.
The latter occupied my mind quite a lot:
I would make charts of the possibilities of the seating arrangements, and visualized my preferences which usually consisted of sitting in the middle and positioning the boys I liked next to me, in a proximity that was based on how much I liked them.
Of course, to do this efficiently and well (I was a nerd, still am haha!) I first would make a list of the order of my boy preferences - yes, I was boy crazy - and only later I used the data I collected in my preferred seating charts. Our seating arrangements in class changed three times a year, maybe four, so I had lots of practice, and once reality even sort of almost matched my wish list. But only once.
Did it deter me? Did it stop me from making those little wish lists?
No. Because fantasy has a purpose. WISHING has a purpose.
Delving a little bit in hope, wish and fantasy - can bring healing and inspire action.
It can also lead one down a path of delusional magical thinking, yes, but if flirted with casually - it feels good to hope. It feels good to wish. It feels good to fantasize. So good.
And it doesn't even matter if wishes are rewarded, because the reward is in the wishing.
...So make a wish, and enjoy it while you do...!
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In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
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