You can’t want what you won’t name

I often get asked...

"But how do you actually figure out what you want?"

And the truth is…

you won’t know if you don’t spend time there.

Not on your phone.

Not in someone else’s opinion.

Not buried under your to-do list.

But real time.

Intentional time.

Tuning into what your body knows before your mind catches up.

Every year, I ask myself one thing:

How do I want this next year to feel?

Not what I want to achieve.

Not what would look good on a vision board.

But how I want my life to feel when I wake up inside it.

Last year, this is what came through for me:

🌀 Deeper friendships.

🌀 Full financial freedom — the kind where I don’t have to ask, “Can I afford this?” before I say yes.

🌀 The ability to book a flight and be somewhere else by sunset without having to ask for permission.

🌀 Music. Music. Music.

Singing again.

Letting my voice be something more than a memory.

And if I’m being honest with you?

I’ve achieved everything on that list...

Except the singing.

That’s the one thing I’ve been avoiding.

Not because I don’t want it but because I f*cking do.

Because it matters.

Because I’m scared I’m not as good as I used to be.

Because I don’t want to face what it feels like to not be there yet.

But how am I meant to get better

if I don’t even let myself try?

So today, I’m asking myself and you:

If I gave myself full permission to create the life I want…

what would I admit to myself?

What would I stop avoiding?

What would I choose not because it makes sense, but because it feels right?

Let the answer come through.

Write it down.

Let it be loud.

Because when you know how you want to feel…

everything else starts to organise around that.

M x

Here for the messy wants. The ones you buried. The ones that still sit inside you.