Today I woke up and had to remind myself that I wasn’t dreaming. I am sleeping in my dream bedroom, in my dream house, in my dream life… But it is no longer a dream, but reality. This is the life I live and breathe every. single. day.
I draw the curtains open and with a flip of a switch turn on the fire. My bedroom awakens for the day. Our chef knows I like coffee on the balcony overlooking the lake every morning, and I woke up a tad early today to enjoy my first cup while the house is still asleep.
I smell breakfast cooking downstairs. It is made to order each day for both my husband, myself, and the kids. I slip out of my bedroom and onto the vast balcony wrapped up in a fresh, warm robe that smells like clean laundry. Each morning our housekeeper hangs a plush, white robe outside of my bedroom door. I am so grateful that she does the laundry and that I no longer have to bother with it. My slippers are placed next to my bed every night before I turn in for bed. It feels like every day starts with a big, warm hug.
As I drink my coffee on the balcony I watch the ducks swim by. An occasional boat passes sending ripples across the otherwise flat, still lake. I breathe in the cool morning air and exhale slowly. I have created this life, and I will continue to create joyously each and every day.
The Manifest Study 