Dreams, Desire & the Art of Allowing
Coldplay ‘Music Of The Spheres World Tour- Nissan Stadium, Nashville
They say timing is everything—but sometimes, timing shows up when you finally say yes.
I’ve just come back from seeing Coldplay live in Nashville—a dream I’ve had for over a decade. For years, there was always a reason not to go. The venue was too far. The dates didn’t work. The tickets were too expensive. I didn’t have childcare. There were always other priorities.
I was raised to value duty over desire. Family before fun. Responsibility first, always. Service before self.
Since having kids, I’ve honestly been pretty crap at manifesting things that are just for me. If it’s for the whole family, no problem. But if it’s purely for my pleasure? That’s where it gets complicated. I often end up manifesting through my husband—especially when we’re aligned. Like our mutual dislike of housework. We agreed early on to always have a cleaning lady. It’s been a non-negotiable for our couple’s sanity.
The last time I manifested something big, just for me, was a 3-day safari in South Africa when I was 25. Someone I only spoke once to on the phone gifted it to me. A private plane. Kruger Park. Total magic. I still don’t understand how it came together, but it did.
Nowadays, I can manifest regular trips to Europe without thinking twice. But that’s tied to my role as daughter, sister, mother. That’s duty. Not desire.
Choosing something purely because it lights me up? That’s the edge I’ve been sitting on.
I’ve done the manifestation workshops. I’ve explored the beliefs. I’ve used the tools. And here’s what I’ve learned: for me, it’s not about calling something in. It’s about allowing myself to have it. It’s about grounding desire into everyday life.
This year, something shifted. Two of my three kids are now in college. I turned 50. And I gave myself a new motto: “I will celebrate this milestone with 50 celebrations and everything I desire will be a celebration ” That became my way in. And when the Coldplay tickets came up, I didn’t hesitate. I said yes and it came together surprisingly easily.
And the concert? Magic. Dazzling. Thrilling. I danced for hours in sweltering heat with 60,000 strangers, united by music and wonder. I haven’t stopped singing since.
That night changed me. It felt like a kind of initiation. Like joy had returned and I was finally saying yes to life again. Like I remembered how to want things, without guilt or duty.
Because here’s the truth: frivolity isn’t foolish. It feeds the soul and touches the inner child. It’s the medicine we forget we need in a world obsessed with doing. It wakes up parts of us that routine dulls.
So beautiful souls, this is your nudge:
Book the tickets.
Buy the dress.
Take the class for no reason at all, except that your soul is whispering yes.
Say yes to the thing that makes no practical sense, but lights you up.
Your manifestations aren’t blocked. They’re just waiting for you to say: I’m allowed to receive this.