I’m the kind of person who does things right away.
If someone says “let’s catch up for lunch sometime,” I’m the one who pulls out my calendar to book it. When I thought about living abroad, I didn’t just dream; I researched, discussed, told family, and made plans.
When I wanted to write a novel, I didn’t wait. I opened a document and began.
That’s how this website was born. That’s how Jade Story Attic found its place on LinkedIn. I even updated my profile because I don’t want to write in secret. Writing is part of who I am. It doesn’t need to be hidden.
At the same time, I haven’t walked away from the corporate world.
I’m living the present as both:
A researcher by day. A writer by night.
How fabulous is that?
I meditate every day. Sometimes yoga nidra. Sometimes affirmations. Sometimes gratitude or intention setting. Rarely—visualisation.
I’ve always found manifestation-style meditations difficult.
When people say, “visualise your future in vivid detail,” I see movie-like scenes that don’t feel like mine. It’s like I’m borrowing someone else’s script and photoshopping my face in.
I used to think I was just not a visual person. But I couldn’t write my future either—so maybe it’s not about images vs. letters.
Maybe I just hadn’t found the real future vision yet.
Since I started writing my novel and launched this website, I’ve been overwhelmed by spontaneous images. They appear while I walk my dog Winnie, or in quiet moments when I least expect it. But they’re not just stories.
They’re about Future Jade.
One day, I saw myself holding my own published novel. The physical book in my hands. Thick. Almost 500 pages. I looked at it like I look at Winnie: full of pride, love, and joy. I wasn’t just a writer anymore. I was an author.
On another walk with Winnie, I saw my future home. A modern two-story house, with my writing room on the second floor. Three walls lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves. A large desk facing a mountain view. My husband and Winnie playing in the outdoor pool while I write. Peaceful. Grounded. Mine.
And once those images came, they wouldn’t leave.
That’s when Logical Jade chimed in:
“Aren’t these just daydreams? Wake up. Be practical.”
And Emotional Jade yelled right back:
“Shut up! This is the life I want!”
Then came Meditator Jade, the one who asks questions gently:
“What’s the difference between manifestation and daydreams?“
I still don’t know where the line is.
But here’s what I’ve learned:
- As long as I keep writing, it’s not just daydreaming.
It’s manifestation in motion.
I’m writing every day. I’m finishing this story. I’ll find a way to publish it. - I may not end up in that two-story house with a mountain view.
I might not become a full-time writer. But if I keep going,
I will end up somewhere different from where I am now.
And that’s growth.
These images, these little flashes of Future Jade, motivate me.
Each time I move the story forward, I feel one step closer to her.
Do I get scared that this will all end with nothing? Of course.
But that fear is part of the writing life. I’m learning to hold it without letting it hold me back.
For now, all I can do is sit in my attic each night, and write.
That’s how I build the future. One word at a time.