I consciously choose, once again, to show myself in this vulnerability—this fear of scarcity—and to give it words here. Not because it still controls me, but because I feel that truly manifesting abundance asks that I already live, think, and feel from a place of abundance now. And that also means daring to look honestly at the old voices that sometimes still arise. Especially now that in February I chose to work part-time and follow my dream of starting my own healing practice. https://youtu.be/EzjGWmg4c24?is=o-pYxpspakO9fiZe There is an old story living within me. A whisper passed down from generation to generation, not only through words, but through feeling. A tension in the body. An alertness that says: “There is not enough.” But when I look honestly at my own life, I see something else. I do not see scarcity. I see moments of being supported, of giving, of receiving. I see how there was always a roof over my head, how there was always food, how in one way or another, there was always care. For me and for my children. Yes, I have worked hard. I denied myself many things for years, when at 33 I suddenly had to continue life on my own. Not because there was truly nothing, but because that old fear lived in my system. A fear that was never truly mine. A fear carried by grandmothers who had to survive in times of war.By a mother who suddenly stood alone, without security, without a safety net.A fear that rooted itself in the collective field and nested in the bodies of the generations that followed. But when I feel deeply, I know: this story is not mine. My children have grown up in abundance. Not in material wealth, but in care and support. In unexpected gifts. In people who showed up at exactly the right moment. Clothes passed on with love. A washing machine that did not just appear, but came as an act of love—my sister gifting it, wrapped with a big red ribbon, a moment I will never forget. A gifted journey into a dream world—Disney—that became real.