Abundance Mindset: Stop Waiting and Create the Life You Want Now

Day 154 | Abundance is not a waiting room — it's built in the middle of laundry, toddlers, pizza, and brave little moves toward the life you want.

Can I make a little confession?

Yesterday, I watched so much Peppa Pig that I started to feel like part of the family. Mummy Pig. Daddy Pig. Peppa. George. At one point, I may have had opinions about household management, sibling dynamics, and whether Daddy Pig is perhaps a little too confident in situations where confidence may not be fully warranted.

In my defense, I was not simply lounging around watching children's television with a cup of tea and a charming British accent. I was unpacking, parenting, working, organizing, doing laundry, handling logistics, shopping, and trying to put a temporary townhome back into some version of order. We are momentarily planted there for a week, maybe less, maybe some mysterious amount of time only known to God, the calendar, and the laundry pile. The whole thing felt unclear, temporary, and slightly ridiculous, which seems to be the current theme of life.

This is what I'm learning about an abundance mindset: it's not about having everything figured out before you begin. It's about recognizing that even in temporary chaos, even when your nervous system is screaming for a break, you still have agency. You can still create. You can still move.

And friends, the laundry had its own zip code. So did the shopping. So did the logistics. There was the unpacking from one chapter, the preparing for another quick trip, the trying to function as a parent, the trying to keep work moving, and the constant invisible mental list that somehow grows faster than any human can complete it. I was grateful. I was safe. I was aware of my blessings. And I was also completely exhausted.

Then there were the lizards.

Outside on the lanai, little lizards were running around like tiny unpaid entertainers, and my toddler was completely fascinated. Let's be honest: I was fascinated too. I am used to pigeons and squirrels. I am used to Northeast creatures with a very specific energy — pigeons who look like they have seen things and squirrels who behave like tiny anxious stockbrokers. But lizards casually sprinting around outside? How cool are they?

For a few minutes, they were live entertainment. For her. For me. For my nervous system. For the part of me that desperately needed something simple, strange, delightful, and free. And maybe that was its own kind of abundance — not the dramatic kind, not the shiny kind, not the kind we put on a vision board with gold lettering and perfect lighting, but the kind that shows up as a tiny lizard on a hot lanai when your brain is tired and your life feels temporarily held together by snacks, screen time, and divine mercy.

Yesterday, I was exhausted in a way I could not positively reframe into a cute little lesson right away. My body needed to chill. My soul needed to chill. My brain needed everyone to stop needing things for approximately twelve uninterrupted minutes. So I let myself pause. I let Peppa Pig hold the room for a bit. I let the lizards handle the entertainment department. I did what had to be done, and I did not demand that I become a fully optimized, spiritually evolved, productivity goddess in the middle of it.

Because sometimes the most abundant thing you can do is stop pretending you are a machine.

And then I saw a quote from Madam C. J. Walker:

"Don't sit down and wait for the opportunities to come. Get up and make them."

Something in me woke up when I read it. Not in a harsh way. Not in a "you are behind, do more, push harder" way. More like a clear little bell inside my spirit that said: Oh. Right. Today may not be the reality I want forever. Yesterday may have been necessary rest. But tomorrow? Tomorrow we move. Tomorrow we create. Tomorrow we remember that abundance is not a waiting room.

An Abundance Mindset Is Not Passive

Here is the thing I keep learning, relearning, forgetting, and then dramatically rediscovering somewhere between a laundry basket and a spiritual awakening: an abundance mindset is not passive. It is not sitting around waiting for the perfect sign, the perfect mood, the perfect confidence, the perfect bank account, the perfect business plan, the perfect nervous system, the perfect home, the perfect schedule, the perfect energy, or the perfect version of yourself to finally appear holding a clipboard and a permission slip.

There is no perfect time. And if we wait for one, we may wait forever.

That does not mean we should ignore exhaustion. It does not mean we should push through every signal from our body. It does not mean rest is laziness or stillness is failure. Please no. We do not do spiritualized hustle culture here. There are days when the body needs quiet. There are days when the soul needs stillness. There are days when the most productive thing you can do is stop forcing, stop performing, and stop pretending you are fine when your inner battery is flashing red.

But there is a difference between resting and waiting your life away. There is a difference between honoring your body and hiding inside perfectionism. There is a difference between divine timing and fear wearing a very convincing halo. You can believe in divine timing and still move your feet. You can trust the universe and still send the email. You can manifest and still make the call. You can pray and still pitch the idea. You can surrender and still post the offer. You can believe something better is possible and still take one brave, imperfect, wildly unglamorous step toward it.

That is where abundance begins to become real. Not just in the dreaming, but in the participating. Not just in the vision, but in the movement. Not just in the prayer, but in the next honest action.

Waiting Can Feel Responsible

Waiting is sneaky because it often sounds mature. We tell ourselves we are waiting until things calm down, waiting until we feel ready, waiting until we have more energy, waiting until we have more money, waiting until the product is perfect, waiting until the website is better, waiting until the house is settled, waiting until life feels less chaotic, waiting until we are healed, waiting until someone chooses us.

And some of that sounds reasonable. Some of it may even be partially true. Of course there are seasons when timing matters. Of course there are moments when rest is wise. Of course there are responsibilities, limitations, budgets, bodies, babies, families, jobs, grief, logistics, and real-life circumstances that cannot simply be bypassed with a motivational quote and a latte.

But sometimes waiting becomes a beautifully decorated cage. Sometimes waiting is not wisdom. Sometimes waiting is fear with a planner. Sometimes waiting is the nervous system trying to protect us from the discomfort of being seen, trying, launching, asking, receiving, changing, succeeding, or failing in public.

And let's call ourselves out with love, because we are honest here.

When Perfectionism Masquerades as Preparation

I have missed deadlines on digital products not because they are not done, but because I keep changing them. The same goes for a newly designed shirt line I am excited about. It is not always that the thing is unfinished. Sometimes it is that I keep adjusting, tweaking, improving, rethinking, reworking, and convincing myself that one more change will finally make it ready.

But at some point, perfection is not the strategy. Perfection is the delay. Perfection is the excuse wearing fancy shoes. Perfection is the voice that says, "Not yet," when your soul is whispering, "Enough. Let it exist."

And that is uncomfortable to admit because perfection can feel responsible. It can feel professional. It can feel like high standards. Sometimes it is high standards. But sometimes it is avoidance with better branding. Sometimes the more abundant move is not to polish the thing for the 400th time. Sometimes the abundant move is to release it, learn from it, improve it, and keep going.

Building an Abundance Mindset in the Chaos

One of the wildest lessons from this season is that life does not always wait for you to be organized before it blesses you. May was one of my biggest months in business, and it did not happen during a perfectly curated morning routine with candles, silence, matching notebooks, and an emotionally regulated nervous system.

It happened in the middle of packing. Moving. Chaos. International travel. Parenting. Work. Uncertainty. And a huge life-altering event I cannot write about because it is not my story to tell. It happened while real life was being very real, while my attention was split, while my heart was carrying more than I could fully explain, while my calendar looked like it had lost a bet.

And maybe that is the reminder. Sometimes the opportunity does not arrive when everything looks beautiful. Sometimes it arrives when you are wearing yesterday's outfit, answering messages from your phone, stepping over a box, and wondering if laundry can legally claim dependents. Sometimes abundance does not wait for the perfect room. Sometimes it meets you in the messy one.

This is not to glorify chaos. I am not interested in pretending that burnout is noble or that being stretched too thin is some kind of spiritual badge of honor. I would love more support. I would love a whole team. A real, steady, aligned, well-supported team. My current team is amazing, and they have been overworked. We need more hands, more structure, more help, more systems, more breathing room. That is part of the abundance I am calling in and building toward.

But even before everything is fully supported, fully staffed, fully organized, or fully clear, there are still moves we can make. There are still opportunities we can create. There are still projects we can finish enough to let them breathe. There are still doors we can knock on, doors we can open, and sometimes, doors we may have to build ourselves.

Joy Is a Choice, Not a Destination

I used to think joy would come when everything felt settled. When the house was done. When the work was finished. When the money felt easier. When the body felt better. When the schedule made sense. When the chapter had a title. When I finally knew what was happening next.

But joy keeps surprising me.

I remember sitting on a mattress on the floor with my husband, eating delicious Neapolitan pizza out of boxes. Our lives were packed up. Everything felt uncertain. It was scary. And somehow, we were happy.

Not because everything was perfect. Not because we had all the answers. Not because the future had sent us a formal written guarantee that everything would work out. We were happy because joy had found us on the floor, with pizza, in boxes, in the middle of the unknown.

And maybe that is what abundance really is. Not just money, success, launches, numbers, followers, sales, opportunities, or the big breakthrough. Those things can be beautiful, and we are allowed to want them. But abundance is also the ability to notice beauty while your life is still under construction. It is the ability to laugh when things are ridiculous. It is the ability to be grateful for lizards on the lanai. It is the ability to say, "This is not my final reality, but I can still find life here."

Joy is not the reward we get after every problem is solved. Joy is not something we are only allowed to access once the house is settled, the account is full, the body is calm, the business is thriving, and the laundry has returned from its independent nation status. Joy is a choice we practice in the middle. Not always easily. Not always naturally. Not always with a smile. But still, we practice.

We can rest today and rise tomorrow. We can admit that the current reality is not the desired reality without rejecting every blessing inside it. We can be grateful and want more. We can be tired and still hopeful. We can laugh at the lizards and still make a plan. We can eat pizza on the floor and still believe a beautiful life is being built.

Do One Symbolic Thing

I think we make change harder than it needs to be because we imagine it has to look dramatic. We think creating opportunity means making one grand, cinematic gesture. Quitting everything. Launching everything. Fixing everything. Becoming a brand-new person by Tuesday.

But this is not a Hollywood movie. This is your life.

Most real transformation begins much smaller. It begins with one symbolic thing. One move that tells your nervous system, "We are still in the game." One action that tells your future, "I am coming." One choice that tells your fear, "You do not get to drive the whole car."

Maybe your symbolic thing is sending the message. Maybe it is opening the document. Maybe it is posting the offer. Maybe it is asking for help. Maybe it is making the call. Maybe it is drinking the water, taking the walk, finishing the thing enough to let it exist, hiring the support if you can, admitting you need the team, wrapping up the project, or stopping yourself from changing the product for the 400th time.

It does not have to be the perfect thing. It does not have to be the enormous thing. It does not have to be the thing that suddenly fixes your entire life and makes your inbox, closet, bank account, nervous system, laundry, and spiritual path all align in divine order.

It just has to be the next honest thing. The brave little thing. The symbolic thing. The thing that says, "I am no longer waiting for the perfect time to begin."

Abundance Is Built One Brave Little Move at a Time

There are seasons when rest is the assignment. There are seasons when action is the assignment. And sometimes, in the same week, both are true.

Yesterday, I needed to chill. My body needed it. My soul needed it. The lizards apparently had the toddler entertainment covered. But then the quote arrived like a little divine nudge: "Don't sit down and wait for the opportunities to come. Get up and make them."

And I remembered.

Today may not be the reality I want forever, but that does not mean I am powerless inside it. I can rest. I can laugh. I can be grateful. I can be honest. I can stop waiting for perfection. I can make the call. I can finish the thing. I can ask for help. I can build the team. I can create the opportunity. I can choose joy in the middle. I can move my feet while still trusting divine timing.

And so can you.

Abundance is not a waiting room. Joy is not postponed until life gets prettier. Opportunity is not always something that knocks. Sometimes opportunity is you, standing in the middle of the mess, looking at the laundry, the lizards, the unfinished projects, the temporary home, the tired body, the brave little heart, and deciding that today counts.

You count.

Your life counts.

Your next move counts.

Abundance is built one brave little move at a time.

Let's gooooo.

About the Author | Day 154

I'm a soul-led coach, writer, mother, and recovering perfectionist currently navigating big transitions, temporary homes, unpacked boxes, laundry with its own zip code, ambitious business dreams, toddler life, spiritual growth, and the daily practice of choosing joy before everything feels perfectly settled.

For 154 straight days, I've shown up here — through travel chaos, exhaustion, emotional growth, business breakthroughs, hard transitions, humor, faith, messy middles, quiet miracles, and reminders that abundance is not something we wait for from the sidelines. I write for the overthinkers, exhausted hearts, caregivers, dreamers, nervous-system warriors, recovering perfectionists, and anyone quietly wondering if they are allowed to begin before they feel fully ready.

I believe healing can be gentle, growth can be messy, joy can exist in the middle of uncertainty, and sometimes the bravest thing we do is one small symbolic action that tells life: I am still here, I am still creating, and I am still open to more.

And if today feels unfinished, I hope this blog reminds you that your life is not on hold. You are allowed to rest, rise, laugh, create, and make the next opportunity one brave little move at a time. ❤️