For most of my life, I treated desire like a ticking time bomb.
If I didn’t act fast—do something, prove something, control something—it would vanish before I even got close.
I know I’m not alone.
We want the promotion and feel crushed by how far away it still is.
We long for a partner and race to find them, swiping, scanning, strategizing—forgetting the thrill of the ache itself.
We crave the book deal, the new home, the next chapter—and treat the in-between like an inconvenience to bulldoze through.
We start scanning the horizon for signals. Refreshing inboxes. Reading texts like tarot cards. Watching the universe like a hawk.
But in that anxious scramble, we lose something sacred.
We stop feeling the joy of desire—the sparkle of What if?—and start managing it instead.
Lately I’ve been wondering: What if desire isn’t a problem to solve?
What if desire itself is the prize?
Yes, the thing you want isn’t here. But the possibility is.
The aliveness it stirs in you—that’s already happening. That’s yours now.
This isn’t about giving up action or ambition—it’s about reclaiming the magic we’ve been rushing past.
Desire, when you fully feel it, is delicious. Sometimes, it even tastes better than getting what you want. Because reality may not match fantasy. So why rush toward the end? Why not savor the magic that’s here now?
Here’s how it works.
Don’t suppress the desire. Don’t pretend you don’t care. Don’t hustle harder to force it into being either.
Instead, treat desire like it’s dessert. Let it melt on your tongue, instead of wolfing it down. Let it work on you, like a warm sunbeam on your skin.
Stop needing the universe to prove it’s on your side—and start basking in the sweetness of what might be.
Stay inside that tingling, electric aliveness of wanting something—not as a substitute for action, but as a sacred step of its own.
It’s the difference between:
“I really want this. Let me check my phone again.”
and
“I really want this. Let me feel that wanting. Let me stay here just a moment longer.”
Of course, don’t linger so long in the dream that you forget to live. Desire is a spark, not a hiding place. Let it light something in you—not freeze you in place.
You might get it. You might not.
But this desire—this fire in your chest—is yours right now.
So don’t rush it. Don’t numb it.
Let it burn. Let it bloom. Let it feed you.
Your future self is quietly begging:
Stay here. Savor this a little longer.
You’ll miss it when it’s gone.
P.S. Only 3 spots are left for The Awakening.
It’s an intimate, in-person experience I’m hosting at our home in Portland from June 26-28 to help you shed the life that no longer fits—and step into the one that does.
If you’re the kind of person who’s always scanning the horizon, refreshing inboxes, and micromanaging the universe… The Awakening is for you.
It’s a radical pause. An experience to sit inside your longing—and finally hear what it’s been trying to say.
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