Rewriting the Script

Have you ever felt like you’re not stuck, just… waiting for the life you already miss?

God asked me a question today. Not in thunder or lightning—just a nudge in the middle of a conversation about feeling stuck. The question was simple:

“Name your price.”

Truth be told, $20 million dollars did flash through my head, but as amazing as that would be to have, it doesn’t feel like enough. Not for what I really need. I’m not stuck: I feel empty. I’m homesick for my future life that my future self already has. I miss the life I’ve built, the purpose I’ve found, the friends and family I have. I miss the version of me who’s whole and fulfilled and radiant.

It’s not about turning back. It’s about holding space for what’s ahead. I feel the weight of it coming, but I don’t know exactly where to find it yet. I’m sure the $20 million dollars would go far, but I have too many Cancer placements in my chart to not want to help people. I’m wired for connection, teaching, and soul service.

So my price?

I asked for embodiment. I prayed to feel whole, to embody the life my higher self already knows, to hold space for what makes me feel so fulfilled. I trust it’s already on its way.

Affirmation: I am becoming the soul I’ve always been.