Manifesting Your Dreams

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Let's talk about manifestation. It's more than just wishing for something to happen; it's about practicing for when you receive it. And that's exactly what I did during my recent trip to Mexico. I made a decision—not just a wish, but a firm decision—to host retreats for women in Mexico. These retreats would be a sanctuary for women to immerse themselves in the rich spiritual Mexican culture, fitness activities, and delectable cuisine of the region.

As the proud owner ofSportsBras.ca andWomen Talk, I've always believed in the power of intention and action. Today, I want to share a story that embodies this belief—a story that unfolded just last week in the enchanting land of Mexico.

Let's talk about manifestation. It's more than just wishing for something to happen; it's about practicing for when you receive it. And that's exactly what I did during my recent trip to Mexico. I made a decision—not just a wish, but a firm decision—to host retreats for women in Mexico. These retreats would be a sanctuary for women to immerse themselves in the rich spiritual Mexican culture, fitness activities, and delectable cuisine of the region.


Now, here's where the magic comes into play. Upon my arrival, I was offered a tour of a stunning resort. Instead of dismissing it, I saw it as an opportunity to rehearse for the future I envisioned. Little did I know, this decision would lead me to a serendipitous encounter with someone extraordinary—Alejandra, a psychologist and my salesperson at the resort.

From the moment we met, there was an undeniable connection between us. I could sense that she was destined to play a significant role in my life, and she felt the same about me. With unwavering belief in the manifestation process, I shared my aspirations with her—my identity, my endeavors, and my plans for the retreats. To my delight, Alejandra was not only impressed but also seeking someone like me to help her manifest her own dreams.

And just like that, the wheels were set in motion, and our dreams became intertwined. Next February, Alejandra and I will be hosting a transformative retreat in Cancun, where women will experience a myriad of soul-nourishing activities—a private cenote ceremony, a cacao ceremony led by a trusted shaman, beachside dancing ceremonies, and a poignant release ceremony under the full moon, just to name a few.

 

This, my dear readers, is the essence of manifestation—acting as if your dreams have already come true and embracing the journey as you await their arrival. It's about having the GUMPTION to believe in yourself and your dreams, even when the path forward is unclear.

So, if you're ready to pack your sports bras and join me on a journey of a lifetime, to bask in the warmth of the Mexican sun and the company of inspiring women, I invite you to
sign-up to receive updates about our retreat in Cancun this February, as soon as it comes out.


With only 10 to 12 spots available, this is a very limited opportunity!


Remember, the power to manifest your dreams lies within you.

Let's make magic happen together.


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