The other morning, when I walked into work, I felt like a superhero.
Not in the saving the world kind of way, but in the I’m-so-powerful-and-a-goddess kind of way.
In the mother of dragons, creator of worlds, working-at-my-dream-job-I-got-this-shit kind of way.
As I made my way toward the elevators, my superhero theme song ‘Blood in the Cut’ playing in my earbuds, I surveyed the lobby of the beautiful building I work in … and I had this feeling of, damn, I created this.
No, not the building or the lobby, but I created this very life I am living. I manifested every detail.
I wanted to live and work in Dallas and now I am here, working smack dab in the center of downtown. I wanted a solid, long-term career in graphic design and I have it. I wanted a boss who would allow me to be me, late start time and all, and I’m so grateful to have just that … while working at a place I once dreamed of working.
I manifested this.
I am Wonder Woman.
Or, rather, my modern-day version of her. But … like… instead of saving the universe and fighting world wars, I sing karaoke and travel the world and work in a downtown office with a view.
Ok … maybe not the same. But … close. Very close.
Seriously … the first dream I achieved was becoming a full time graphic artist. I wasn’t sure it was possible since I didn’t have a degree, but it was. I believe the universe helped out in this BIG time, but still, I had a dream and I manifested it. I hoped it was possible, I sought it out and I made it happen.
Since then, I’ve continued to manifest things. Moving to Dallas, living in a beautiful loft in downtown (that I couldn’t even afford when I put the deposit down on it), traveling the world solo and with friends, working in the city with a window view. All of this and more.
I felt so powerful that day when I recognized that I was right where I had always wanted to be. Look at me, I’m a freaking superhero. I’m a woman in full, creating my destiny, manifesting the impossible.
A woman totally in charge of my life, creator of worlds, vanquisher of foe–– wait. Wait …
What’s that I smell, with my powerful, god-like senses, wafting up from the basement food court?
Is it … CINNABON?
Mother of dragons, it IS.
You see, every superhero has a weakness. A downfall. Their kryptonite.
Mine is food.