This May, the focus word is “rise up”. 
Above the struggles, above the weight I’ve been carrying. I am peace, so I attract peace. My life is abundant with blessings. Fortune flows to me. Each day brings its own miracle.

Today, I heard something beautiful: 
*Whatever is meant for me is looking for me.* 
I believe that—deeply. We attract what we are. 
And here, in the middle of 2025, I think I’ve had enough of my old self. No offense, my dear—I love you, in every version you’ve been. But today, let’s live as our current, best self. Shall we?

Enough of feeling small. 
Enough of believing I don’t deserve. 
We rise now. 
Enough of the decade-long financial strain. We rise above it. Very soon, you’ll have all you need to settle the debts. Miracles are no stranger here. 
Enough of shrinking to fit into molds that were never meant for us. We were born to expand, to fly. We have wings.

We rise high, my dear.

Maybe my dearest readers think I’m lucky. 
Maybe it sounds like I’ve already made it through the storm. 
And yes, I am lucky—no doubt about that. 
But the storm? I’m still in it. 
Still swimming in a vast ocean of problems. 
And I’m tired. 
So I cling to hope—white-knuckled and faithful. 
And that hope, my friend, is the only reason I can write like this.

Have you tried to choose your focus word dear?

Cheers,
Karin Sabrina