What happens when the thing you’ve been asking for starts showing up?

I’ve been thinking about that lately.

We spend a lot of time talking about what we want. We pray about it. Write it down. Put it on the vision board. Tell our girlfriends about it. Work toward it. Some of us have been carrying the same desire for years.

Then life starts moving.

The conversation happens. Your name comes up in a room. Someone sends the email. An idea starts making more sense than it did six months ago. You meet somebody who knows somebody. A door cracks open.

Now what?

I’ve realized there is a difference between wanting something and being willing to receive it.

That thought made me look at my own life.

I am deeply grateful for where I am. I love my life. I can sit right here, today, and feel joy, peace, fulfillment, abundance. There is no imaginary future Randee who finally gets to exhale when everything on her list arrives.

I also want what I want.

All of it.

There. I said it.

I want to experience more. Create more. See more. Give more. Earn more. Walk into rooms I haven’t entered yet. Have conversations I haven’t imagined yet. Meet people who stretch what I thought was possible.

Gratitude hasn’t made me less hungry for my desires. It has changed my relationship with them.

I can walk into a room wanting the opportunity without needing the opportunity to validate me.

Read that one again.

I can want the yes and remain whole if the answer is no.

I can be excited as hell about what’s unfolding and fully present for what’s happening right now.

I can trust God with my life and wake up every morning ready to decide how I’m going to live it.

God handles me. I handle my decisions.

That feels like freedom.

Hell, that IS freedom.

Maybe making room starts there.

There are things we say we want that require a version of us willing to receive them. More visibility may require us to stop hiding. A different kind of relationship may require different boundaries. The opportunity we’ve prayed for may require us to finally walk into the room like we belong there.

That doesn’t mean becoming somebody else.

It means giving ourselves enough room to be more fully who we already are.

I wonder how many women are standing at the edge of something they’ve asked for while still negotiating whether they’re allowed to want it.

Sis.

You said you wanted it.

Make room.

Make room for the opportunity.

Make room for the joy.

Make room for the money.

Make room for the relationship.

Make room for the idea that feels a little too big.

Make room for a life that may look different from the one everybody expected you to live.

The systems were never built to contain us anyway.

I know where I am.

I want what I want.

I don’t need any of it to prove who I am.

And I fully expect God has more for me.

Maybe you do too.

Make room for what you said you wanted.