Manifest.

It’s a funny word.

Means a few different things, because language.

But thinking about it in terms of the universe.

Which, I believe is connected to every other part of the universe.

That’s science, thank you.

Quantum physics.

What can I say, I watch Marvel movies.

Growing up I believed in a few other things.

Manifest destiny was one of them.

I still believe in manifestation.

With a difference: I don’t think that’s up to Someone Else.

Not that I don’t believe in a Higher Power.

Because Something or Someone clearly had Ideas.

What I don’t believe in is waiting for Them to show me Their Plan.

Because They’re pretty fickle.

Petty, even.

Like all the rest of us sentient beings.

Instead?

Putting my energy into manifesting the life I deserve.

I cannot tell you how hard it was to finish that sentence as a child of religious trauma raised to believe that what I deserve is death because Adam and Eve got the munchies.

But as a child of a Universe that wants to see me realize my potential?

That’s a Universe I’d very much like to manifest.