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ways to meet your significant other in your desired reality . . ♡

✿ childhood friends → you grew up together, or your families knew each other, so your bond feels natural and nostalgic

✿ meet-cute accident → bumping into them while carrying books, spilling coffee, or getting lost in town.

✿ helper moment → you drop something, get stuck in the rain, or need directions, and they step in.

✿ shared hobby → meeting through a hobby, like gardening, art, reading, or music.

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i used to wonder why i wanted my desired reality so badly why the thought of it felt more real than some parts of my current life. and for a while i thought maybe it was just fantasy, maybe i was making something up to comfort myself. but the longer i’ve been on this journey, the more i’ve realized that desire itself is proof. you don’t crave something that isn’t possible for you. your mind doesn’t build worlds out of nothing. if your desired reality feels vivid, if it tugs at you in quiet moments, if it sits in the back of your mind no matter how much time passes, that’s because it already exists and you’re already connected to it. the pull you feel isn’t you imagining it’s you remembering. shifting has taught me to stop questioning whether i’m capable and start asking why i would be given the vision if i wasn’t meant to see it through. there’s no mistake in wanting what you want. there’s no accident in feeling drawn to something that feels like home. the fact that you can picture it so clearly means it’s yours the only thing left is to go meet it.

shifting has completely rewired the way i think about time. when i first started, every day that passed without “success” felt like failure, like i was falling behind some invisible race everyone else was winning. i measured my worth in hours, in attempts, in how close i thought i was getting. but the more i learned, the more i realized that time is only as real as the reality you’re in. in one place, a minute can stretch forever. in another, whole years can pass in the space of a breath. if time bends and changes between realities, then what’s the point in obsessing over the clock here? i stopped counting days and started collecting moments little signs, dreams, and quiet shifts in my mindset. i let myself believe that every second, whether i noticed it or not, was moving me closer to where i wanted to be. and now the wait doesn’t feel heavy. it feels spacious. because i’m not losing time; i’m building a bridge between worlds. every day i live here is still progress there. and the moment i arrive, it won’t matter if it took two weeks, two years, or two lifetimes because i’ll be home.

for so long i thought i had to chase the shift like if i didn’t work for it constantly it wouldn’t come. i scripted until the words stopped meaning anything. i repeated affirmations like they were a chore. i treated my own consciousness like a machine that had to be hacked. and when nothing happened i thought i was the problem. but shifting was never supposed to feel like punishment. it’s not about chasing or proving or pushing. it’s about letting. letting yourself shift when it’s time. letting the stillness wash over you instead of fighting it. letting your mind breathe instead of trying to control every thought. the truth is the more i tried to force it the more i felt like i had delayed it. and the moment i stepped back when i really truly let go things began to shift. not all at once. not in some dramatic way. but gently. calmly. like it had always been waiting for me to stop gripping so tightly. control was just fear in disguise. that’s when shifting became real not because i forced it but because i finally allowed it.