When the Universe Sends a Yes

For months I’ve been building my little dream quietly — writing, curating, pouring my thoughts into carousels and captions, hoping someone out there might resonate. I created a portfolio, even when I wasn’t sure who would read it. I sent it out to brands I admired, creators I followed, people who felt like kindred spirits. Most didn’t reply. Some did.

But then — someone replied in a way that felt like the world paused for a second to smile at me.

It was a strange feeling. Not just a generic thanks-for-your-portfolio kind of reply. It felt warm. Aligned. Honest. As if the timing wasn’t a coincidence. As if the universe — or whatever is out there that moves the invisible threads — had finally tugged one in my direction.

The message wasn’t about big offers or fame. It was about being seen. Being understood. Someone out there, someone I genuinely admired, looked at my work and said, “You. I’ve been looking for someone like you.” I didn’t even know they were looking.

And here I am now — navigating the early steps of what might be a collaboration, or maybe something more, or maybe just a beautiful moment in time. Either way, it’s sacred to me.

I won’t lie, I’m nervous. There’s a part of me that’s terrified I won’t live up to expectations. That my voice in writing won’t carry over when I speak. That I’ll say the wrong thing, sound awkward, not be enough. But there’s a louder part now — the one I’ve been nurturing quietly. The one that says, “You’ve been preparing for this.”

It’s not about perfection. It’s about resonance.

I’ve been given a small assignment — a few creative pieces to complete. A gentle test. No pressure. Just intention. That alone already makes this different from the hustle noise I’ve seen everywhere else. It’s not about how loud I can be. It’s about how true.

So now, I’m carving out time. Evenings after work. Weekends. Bits of space I used to spend doom-scrolling or doubting myself. Now I spend them building. Creating. Trying. I’m not quitting my job tomorrow. I’m not throwing caution to the wind. But I am making room. For something new. For something mine.

If this turns into a long-term collaboration, I’ll be grateful. If it doesn’t, I’ll still be proud. Because I said yes to myself. I followed the nudge. I sent the message. I dared to believe that my words had a place in the world beyond my own notes app.

And maybe that’s the biggest win already.

Because for once, the dream isn’t just a whisper inside me. It’s speaking back.