👀

You stand in your power. 🧘‍♀️
Candle lit. 🕯 Bra off. Soul open.
You whisper with divine confidence:
“I am ready.”

And the Universe says:
“Are you sure?”

You nod. 😌

The ground vibrates. 🌍
Your phone dies. 📴
You lose your job, your plans, and the password to your spiritual app. 🔐
People start acting weird. 👀
Your crystals fall off the shelf. 💎

You whisper:
“I meant ready for like… a sign. Not a complete reset.”

The Universe begins full renovation. 🛠
No walls. No floors. No idea who you are anymore. 🌀
You cry in the shower while holding palo santo like a sword. 🥲🕯
You tell your friend:
“Everything’s falling apart.”
They reply:
“That’s a good sign.”

You scream into a banana. 🍌 Again.

Then… silence.
Then… breath. 💨
Then… something tiny, soft, new. 🌱
And you whisper:
“Okay… maybe I was ready. Just… not emotionally.”

Moral?
Don’t tell the Universe you’re ready unless you’ve hidden the breakable stuff. 😅💫