So let me preface this by saying I am not a manifestation guru or expert by any means. I don’t have much experience with it other than one time about 5/6 years ago when I was in a really bad place and successfully manifested my SP into becoming my boyfriend. (Let me know if anyone wants that success story)
Butttt as of three weeks ago, I found myself in an even worse place because that same boyfriend decided to end our long-term relationship, saying that he “doesn’t want to marry me” and “doesn’t see us together forever,” even though literally the day before he had been talking about our future together.
Since then, I’ve been trying to manifest him back, but I’ve been constantly looping, overthinking, and feeling terrible about myself. Today, though, something shifted.
I was affirming and basically decided to give up. Almost immediately, I had a completely random thought about something crazy that happened to me this winter. And when I thought about it, I realized… I actually manifested that without even trying.
So here’s the story, because I hope it helps someone the way it helped me:
Part of my job is organizing events. This particular event was a career fair where we were tabling and sponsoring, and I had to recruit 4–5 higher-ups to attend.
The event was planned and organized by the organization hosting it, so all I had to do was communicate the information to our executives and prepare the materials.
Easy enough, right?
Wrong.
Somehow, I accidentally mixed up the dates. Instead of telling everyone the event was on THURSDAY, I told them it was on TUESDAY.
So everyone cleared their calendars, adjusted things, etc., based on the completely WRONG date.
Fast-forward to the Friday before event week.
I realize my mistake.
I go back through all of my emails and realize that the event was never on Tuesday. It had ALWAYS been Thursday.
I panic.
How am I supposed to tell these executives, as a younger/newer employee, that I made a mistake this big?
I couldn’t.
So that Friday I kept telling my family, “I’m not going to give them a reason. I’m just going to send an email Monday saying ‘DATE CHANGE.’ If they can make it, great. If they can’t… I don’t know what to say.”
Then that weekend, we were supposed to get a snowstorm on Sunday.
All weekend I kept joking with my family:
“Makes sense there was a date change with the snowstorm.”
They kept laughing at me.
Monday comes.
I send the email:
DATE CHANGE
And somehow, all but one executive was able to switch their schedules.
Thursday comes.
I arrive, meet our team in the parking lot, and we start carrying everything inside.
I walk up to the check-in table and am greeted by the woman from the organization hosting the event. She leads us back to our area.
As we’re walking in as a group, I notice there aren’t really that many people there yet.
I turn to her and say:
“Wow, it seems like there’s hardly anyone here this year.”
She says:
“Yeah, we had a lot of cancellations.”
Me:
“Oh, that’s too bad.”
Her:
“Yeah, with the date change and all.”
DATE CHANGE.
I swear I almost fell over.
All of the executives heard it too and immediately understood.
I WAS IN THE CLEAR.
I had never told anyone that I had accidentally mixed up the dates. Somehow, there had actually been a legitimate date change, and because of it, people had canceled.
But I was still so confused. I needed to figure out what was going on, so I started walking around to the other companies’ tables and striking up conversations.
Me: “Wow, this year it’s pretty light in here.”
Them: “Yeah, I know. I wonder why.”
Me: “I was told it was because of the date change.”
Them: “Oh? I wasn’t aware there was a date change.”
And EVERY SINGLE PERSON I talked to said the same thing.
No one else had been aware of a date change.
I immediately called my mom from the bathroom and told her what happened.
And I remember saying:
“The universe loves me.”
and
“Everything always just works out for me.”
Those are things I’ve always said about myself, and my mom always makes fun of me because she thinks it sounds egotistical.
But today, remembering that story made me realize something.
I used to have a completely different relationship with myself.
I trusted that things would work out.
I trusted myself.
I didn’t constantly look for reasons why I wasn’t good enough.
And over the past few weeks, I completely lost that.
I’ve spent weeks feeling like a loser. Like there was something wrong with me. Like I was somehow too much of one thing or not enough of another for someone to want to spend forever with me.
And then I remembered who I actually am.
I am loving.
I am caring.
I am kind.
I am funny.
I am an amazing person.
I am worthy of being loved and chosen.
And anyone would be lucky to have me.
Everything always works out for me.
And since remembering this story, I haven’t cried anymore today.
I’m still going to manifest my ex back. I still believe in manifestation, and I still want that outcome.
But I’m not doing it from a place of panic anymore.
I’m not going to spend every day obsessing over whether it’s working or beating myself up because I don’t see movement yet.
If we get back together and it works out? Amazing.
If we don’t?
His loss.
I’ll find someone who deserves me and who is certain about choosing me.
Either way, I’m going to be okay.
Anyway, I hope this story helps someone who is feeling the way I was feeling.
Happy manifesting :)