Why Your Nervous System Just Ghosted Your Manifestation
(Or: The Somatic Truth About Why Your Death Grip Energy Has Your Blessings on Read)
You’re refreshing your inbox like it’s an Olympic sport and you’re going for gold in the 100-meter “why haven’t they responded yet” freestyle. Your jaw has been clenched so long it’s applying for worker’s comp. Your shoulders have migrated to your earlobes and are currently disputing the eviction notice. And your diaphragm? She submitted her resignation three weeks ago and you haven’t even noticed because you’ve been too busy doom-scrolling for signs from the universe.
Your body has become a fortress. Every cell on high alert, every receptor slammed shut, every soft place hardened into armor. And beneath that armor, something in you is still waiting to be held.
Meanwhile, you’re standing at the cosmic buffet of infinite possibility with your fists clenched so tight you couldn’t pick up a blessing if it came with handles and a user manual. You’re out here thinking if you just WANT it hard enough, CLENCH with enough determination, OBSESS with Olympic-level precision... reality will finall…
