no, seriously, whatās your excuse for ānot havingā your desires or ānotā shifting?
is it procrastination? the classic stall tactic?
you put off attempting a method like itās a dentist appointment for your soul. why? what exactly do you lose by laying down and visualizing one scene? or two? or none? is the world going to shatter because you allowed your imagination five minutes of fun? is your reality going to evaporate because you sat still for sixty seconds and pictured the one perfect detail?
is it that hard? really????
is it that you ācanāt stay consistentā?
you canāt say one singular affirmation a day?
imagine one detail? daydream? listen to a two minute subliminal? simply DECIDE that doing nothing, nothing at all, equals consistency?????
you canāt do that? oh, poor you.
whatās next, huh? are you going to let a thought so minuscule ruin days of progress you had?
cry, have a tantrum, implode into the same spiral youāve replayed a hundred times, instead of literally deciding it doesnāt matter?
instead of pausing for two seconds in silence, and thinking one thought like āi donāt care, i still have what i wantā?
enlighten me, my darling: is crying for hours on end and wallowing in self pity that much easier than thinking one single thread of thought āi have what i wantā?
and listen! listen, this is not erasing real problems.
i see trauma, heavy responsibilities, grief, poverty.
i see that life sometimes slams doors so hard the windows rattle.
this is NOT about shaming real pain. it is about the tiny, defeated story you tell yourself that keeps you in the same miserable loop.
circumstances do not matter. not because they are fake, but because they are not the ruler of possibility.
a source? an example? ME! LITERALLY ME.
i have shifted an unfathomable amount of times.
i have manifested everything i wanted while juggling procrastination, school, an abusive home, and doubts so fierce they buckled my knees at twelve years old.
i sobbed in the dark and still managed to call in miracles. so what is your excuse?
decide it doesnāt affect your journey. decide that one affirmation a day is enough.
you canāt be consistent with your method?
donāt be. they are not concrete rules. decide that inconsistency helps, even. make inconsistency your brand.
flip the script. be the person who is wildly irregular and wildly effective. decide that your version of practice is a single thought flicked into your day like a secret signal.
youāre under stress and canāt focus on manifesting or shifting?
do not force it. decide that a free unclear day helps your journey even more. decide that rest is not failure but part of the architecture. decide that pausing is part of the process. decide that your nervous system must be fed before your imagination can perform miracles.
take advantage of your free will. stop being fucking pathetic about it. you can do this. i know it, and deep inside, you know too.
LOA and shifting did not exist so you could drown in melodrama when your playlist runs out of feels. these tools exist because what you want is inevitable if you cultivate the inner authority to command it.
stop crying. stop screaming. youāre not a fucking toddler who didnāt get a toy. youāre a toddler who got their toy and MORE, yet you are too busy sobbing and smearing snot on the box to notice it in your hands.
procrastination is the polite name for fear wearing pajamas.
oops! i said it, kill me, folks.
you think procrastination is laziness. it is fear that learned to wear comfortable clothes. fear whispers, ānot yet, you must be more ready, you must be perfect.ā
but perfection is a leash.
perfection is the thing that keeps you forever circling the starting line.
you think because you do not feel ready you must wait, so you never move.
readiness is a story you use to avoid responsibility. the actual cost of taking one small action is almost always negligible. you will lose five minutes, maybe ten.
you will gain a fragile, dangerous thing.
a single tiny imagined scene turns into a flicker that draws attention, and the field reorients. the universe does not require your grand performance.
it requires your decision.
consistency is the lie we use to weaponize shame.
people preach consistency like it is a rule from the gods.
consistency CAN be useful. but obsession with external metrics is a trap. you do not need to cram five rituals into your day and record them on a spreadsheet to deserve results.
the thing that kills people is the belief that if we cannot perform perfectly every single day, we are failures.
that is a lie curated by shame.
true consistency is internal. it is a daily smallness that says, āi remember who i am.ā sometimes that daily smallness is one single thought. sometimes it is a nap.
call it lazy holiness. call it micro-consistency. the point is: do not let the myth of perfect consistency stop a single action.
stressābiology will yell but you hold the remote.
when your world is chaos, your nervous system goes into survival mode.
that is biology. science. not your moral weakness. cortisol is loud and stupid and it cheats at attention.
that means your methods will feel harder, not impossible.
the answer is strategy: lower the baseline stress.
eat, breathe, sleep, hydrate, move a little. and then make the declaration. you are allowed to be human while being relentless.
the radical permission iām offering you right now:
decide that none of your present limitations cancel the power you have.
use your free will like a blunt instrument. decide what the rules are. decide that the method does not matter. decide that inconsistency is permitted. decide that thinking one thought is considered dedicated practice. you are not a library patron asking permission to read the universe.
you shelve the book. you write the catalogue.
imagine the person who sat around and thought āi will wait until everything is perfectā, look at them now. stagnant, tired, recycling the same pity playlist.
now imagine the idiot who made a decision and moved. messy. imperfect. loud. triumphant.
which version would you rather be?
(#aaron burr and hamilton core)
being soft is not the same as being weak. being decisive is not the same as being rigid. you can be tender and still be ruthless with your excuses. you can be compassionate with your inner child and ruthless with the narrative that says you must wait.
is it the fear that you might be wrong? the fear that you might be seen? the fear that if this actually works you will have to hold the results and grow into them?
the real work of life is becoming the person you imagine. that is both terrifying and exquisite. choose exquisite.
doubt is not the executioner. doubt is the raw material. when you feel doubt, you are standing at the seam between who you are and who you can be. take that seam and stitch through it like you mean it.
patch the old story with a new memory. say the sentence out loud. whisper it. murmur it in the shower. decide with your throat.
you want a life that does not require permission?
give it permission internally. stop asking the mirror to approve your crown. put it on.
stop being poetic about your suffering.
stop romanticizing the chaos.
stop building a shrine to the tiny voice that tells you you are not enough.
that voice is a liar. a big, fucking liar.
you can do one thing for yourself daily.
even that one thing will be enough to tilt the wobbling scale. even if it is inconsistency itself, even if it is a single sentence, it will be enough to begin the slow, merciless work of unmaking old assumptions.
live like the thing is already true.
your desire is not a wish. it is an inevitability being held up by your own attention. so give it your attention.
go on then. gasp for air, breathe like a god in a body that is messy and raw and alive.
stand up. lie down. close your eyes. think one bright thing.
that alone is your salvation.
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