I wasn’t planning on writing this today. But life handed me a moment that cracked something open — and I know someone reading this needs it. This morning I took Simba in for a procedure. And they found a mass. It’s in a place they can’t biopsy. If it’s benign or not… I can’t know. Even if we did know, it’s inoperable. There’s nothing to fix. Nothing to solve. Nothing to control. All I can do is trust… and love him through the unknown. And as I sat in my car afterward, crying and holding the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping me upright… something hit me: This is the exact moment every creator meets. The moment between worlds. The moment where life stops giving you guarantees — and asks you to hold what you love anyway. Because here’s the truth no manifesting coach wants to tell you: Manifestation isn’t all butterflies and vision boards. It’s not “just think positive.” It’s not high-vibe 24/7. It’s not rose-colored glasses over a poop sandwich. Because at the end of the day? It’s still a poop sandwich. Most of what the internet teaches is nervous-system-denial disguised as spiritual wisdom. “Just say these affirmations.” (That your body doesn’t believe.) “Just visualize it.” (While your chest is tight and your jaw is locked.) “Just stay high vibe.” (While your heart is breaking.) NO, Manifestation isn’t about bypassing what’s real. It’s about holding your true choice while life is still happening. And today, life happened. Today I cried. Today my breath got knocked out of my chest. Today I sat with fear, grief, uncertainty — all of it. But I didn’t run. I didn’t avoid. I didn’t abandon myself. I sat with every part of me and said: “You’re allowed to feel this. I’m not leaving.” And that, right there — that moment of staying with myself — is manifestation. Not the sunshine. Not the scripting. Not the pretty boards. Staying. Holding myself through the storm. Not abandoning the life I’m choosing, even when my heart aches. Because this is the part most people miss: