💌 Visualize, believe, & you shall find
Behind-the-scenes of lucky girl syndrome
Just a week ago, I had no clue where I’d live in November when I move to Toronto.
My lovely leasing agent was sending me studio options, priced $2K for under 400sqft. My stubborn frugality didn’t allow me to stretch beyond $2K — even if a few hundred more a month meant upgrading to a 1bedroom apartment. Ugh. Why is existing so expensive?!
What if I shared with a roommate? I’d never actually lived alone before… like, ever. Every single time I lived in a different city, I had living companions. And I’m so used to sharing our cozy family condo with my parents and brother, often situated in the living room while my dad watches TV.
On one hand, choosing to live alone for the first time would be huge for my independence and personal growth. On the other hand, maybe I should honour the fact that I value companionship — and stop trying to force myself to change that.
Still yet, my standards for a roommate were sky high. And the only thing that would make me say yes was if they checked all the following:
Female (duh)
Similar (or farther along) life stage compared to me
Similar lifestyle — also values health/fitness, new experiences, spontaneity & fun
Someone I can genuinely vibe with (when you know, you know)
Nice-to-haves:
Around my age or couple years older
Also Asian (cultural fit baby)
Creative/entrepreneurial so we can inspire each other
Ambivert so we can yap but also be silent together
Also romanticizes life like me
Someone I can do LIFE with
And above all that, it obviously had to be a nice unit, nice building, and preferred location.
I visualized it. A roomie that fit all the above, a unit 20th floor or higher with a big patio, west of Downtown Toronto or Liberty Village, gorgeous new building with nice amenities, walking distance to everything I need.
A girl can dream, I told myself.
I scoured Facebook Marketplace groups, “stalking” listing profiles to find a potential fit, but felt hopeless. I continued virtual tours of 330sqft shoeboxes for $2K/mo.
Then one day, a friend sent me the IG story of another girl seeking a roommate.
And it was every single thing I visualized and more.
I DM’d her. We scheduled a call. It matched my vision 1 for 1, not just the unit and building and location, but also her. A few days of anxious waiting later, I learned that while I was waiting for her to confirm, she was waiting for me to confirm.
“I swear I manifested this,” we echoed after we excitedly locked in.
And within just a few days’ time, my seemingly unrealistic vision became my reality. Every. Single. Bit of it. And for $600/mo below my budget.
Call it prayers, or manifestation, or divine alignment — I personally give credit to the hands of God — but miracles are real. Every blessing in my life was once a courageous vision. Every “she’s so lucky” is the result of internal belief, preparation, and alignment.
Time and time again, I am convinced that anything in this life is possible.
So if you have a vision, no matter how big or small — pray it. Speak it aloud. Visualize it. Believe it can be true. When you align with its energy, it will fall into your lap often faster than you think.
I have severe lucky girl syndrome. And you can too.
Cheers,
Meg
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