Good Vibes. Good News. Good Day. I Finally Got My First Boost on Medium!
How I Manifested It The Night Before.
Seated in the quiet embrace of my dimly lit room, I fixated on the teachings of Émile Coué through the glow of my iPad. The screen cast a soft illumination as I watched a YouTube video, the gentle light painting my intent expression. Here, in the darkness, I delved into the wisdom of the French psychologist and pharmacist, making his mantra an intrinsic part of my daily routine. Like a subtle chisel, its rhythm carved intricate pathways within the canvas of my thoughts.
“Every day, in every way, I’m getting better and better ( Tous les jours à tous points de vue je vais de mieux en mieux) “ — Émile Coué
Continuing on the write path- Refusing to give up
Medium had evolved into my sanctuary — an expansive digital realm where stories wove themselves into intricate tapestries. It had become more than just a platform; it was a haven, a refuge where my soul found solace. I had become a dedicated devotee, painstakingly crafting my narratives and traversing the tales of others with unwavering reverence. Every clap, highlight, and heartfelt comment I bestowed was like a whispered offering to the collective consciousness of writers who shared this sacred space.
80 % of success is showing up
But a hunger persisted. Despite my dedication and passion in every word, the coveted “boosted” status remained elusive. Frustration nipped at my determination like a distant itch, unrelenting. However, I didn’t grow jealous of my fellow writers who got boosted. I continued to show up to clap and support them for I knew it was only a matter of time before it was my turn.
Narrative Healing: Typing My Story as a Self-Therapy Session
I found solace in introspection, a dialogue with myself that often probed deeper than I intended.
“Are you truly going deep in the stories you’re writing ?”
“What is writing if it doesn’t invoke emotion? “
I questioned, my fingers hesitating over the keys of my keyboard. A narrative awaited, buried within my well of emotions, demanding to be told. Grief, a steadfast companion that had resided within the depths of my being in silence, now stood poised at the edge of my consciousness, its wings unfurling like a phoenix ready to ascend from the ashes of my emotions.
I typed through tears, each word an excavation, a cathartic release of what I had long held within. It was as if my keyboard had transformed into a conduit for the symphony of my emotions, every tap of the key a note in a composition that was both melancholic and liberating. As the final sentences found their place, a weight lifted — an exchange of vulnerability for strength.
With a deep breath, a sense of purpose, and a spark of anticipation, I pressed that “Submit” button, sending my creation into the embrace of the publication, Modern Women.
The culmination of my efforts left me brimming with pride; it was as if my essence had been meticulously woven into every sentence. I held a profound intuition within, a steadfast belief that this was the narrative destined to propel me forward, to be the tale that would finally elevate my presence. I was releasing a part of myself into the vast expanse of the digital realm, where my words would resonate with others, creating a connection that transcended the pixels on the screen. It was an offering of vulnerability and authenticity that I was ready to share with the world. I was so proud of my writing and in my gut, I knew this would be the story that would finally get me boosted.
August 15th, 2023
Night draped its velvet shroud, and I bowed to its embrace. With a pen, I etched a desire onto the canvas of a manifestation journal:
“I am so happy I got my story boosted on Medium.”
The ink held the fervor of my dreams, a plea to the universe to weave its magic.
August 16, 2023
As the first light of dawn gently caressed the sky with delicate strokes of color, an electronic trill shattered the stillness, like a musical note punctuating the silence. The screen in front of me seemed to radiate a soft, expectant glow, holding within its pixels a message that felt like a revelation from a dream. With a surreal quality, I opened the email, and there it was, an announcement that seemed almost too good to be true. My heart raced as I absorbed the words: my story had been boosted. It was as if the universe itself had orchestrated this moment, affirming that dreams could materialize with a touch of magic.
Time paused, my heartbeat echoing like a drum in the silence. The universe had responded to my fervent wish, orchestrating events that defied coincidence. My journey, from the teachings of Émile Coué to the depths of my own vulnerability, had converged in this moment of affirmation.
I eased back into my seat, a quiet smile tracing its way across the corners of my lips, while an overwhelming surge of emotions caused tears to well up in my eyes, shimmering like dewdrops on the petals of a morning flower, each one a testament to the overwhelming mix of joy, gratitude, and disbelief that surged through my being. The path I had walked was not just a collection of keystrokes and paragraphs, but a pilgrimage of self-discovery and manifestation. Émile Coué words had resonated through time to guide me, and my nightly plea had been answered with morning’s light.
As I gazed out at the burgeoning day, I knew that this was merely a prologue — a whisper of the stories yet to flow from my fingers, the emotions yet to be woven into my narratives, and the manifestations that would continue to unfurl, page by page, within the story of my life.
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Hi!, I’m Fanchon Octavia. I’m a manifesting generator, which means I have the uncanny ability to generate enthusiasm for pretty much anything — except maybe for choosing a single niche. I’ve got more styles and tones in my writing arsenal than flavors at an ice cream parlor.
Plus, I’ve got this superpower (or so I claim) of weaving words and visuals so seamlessly that you might just feel like you’re watching a mini-movie in the form of a blog post.
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