The Power of Holding a Vision: Reflections on Love, Calling, and Becoming

Before my life took the shape it holds now, before I ever held Kevin’s hand or wrote a Date Nite menu, I was led by a vision that wouldn’t let me go.

For me, vision has never been something I chased. It’s been the quiet force that tugs at me gently, yet with a firmness I can never ignore.

Sometimes it arrives as a whisper in a meditation. Other times, it slips in while I’m washing dishes at the kitchen sink. But always, it comes with that unmistakable feeling: this is for me.

It’s easy to dismiss visioning as fluff or confuse it with delusional dreaming, but if we don’t know where we’re going, how do we know which direction to walk?

Vision is the soul’s compass. It doesn’t always shout. But when it’s real, it roots itself into your deepest essence. And once it’s there, it won’t let you go.

The more clearly it takes shape, the less you care whether anyone else understands because it somehow lives inside you. You’re not waiting for it, you’re becoming it.

Holding a Vision of Him

Years ago, before I met Kevin, I held a vision of the man I sensed was already out there. It came to me in fragments and feelings. Clearer than logic and more certain than hope.

I saw:

• Laughter. Deep, belly-aching, soulful laughter.

• A safe place to land. A chest to rest my head on. Arms that made me melt.

• A man who didn’t just accept my full emotional range but welcomed it, my softness, my strength, my tears, my fears, and my joy.

• A relationship where I could be fully seen and still fully safe.

  
  

I also saw something bigger: our love wouldn’t stop at us. Our families would love each other. My people would embrace him, and his people would embrace me. There would be this sense of complete integration. Two lives, two families, two sphere of friends, one largely extended circle of love.

And I saw the energy we’d carry together. That even if we were across the room from each other at a party, people would know we belonged. Our bond would quietly hum between us. We wouldn’t try to be seen, but people would feel us. We’d light up rooms, not from effort, but by presence.

I told people about him, the man of my vision. Some smiled. Some nodded. A few said I was being too specific. One dear friend gently cautioned me not to get my hopes up.

But I wasn’t hoping. I was holding. And when a vision lives that deeply in your being, compromise feels like betrayal.

Becoming the Woman in the Vision

What most people didn’t realize was that the vision of Kevin wasn’t just about him, it was mostly about me. The woman in that vision wasn’t who I was yet.

She was softer. Deeply trusting. Grounded in who she was. She didn’t need to prove her worth, she simply knew it. She could rest in her body, speak her needs, and let herself be held and supported.

And I knew, to meet the man I was calling in, I had to become her first.

It took time, consistency, and growth. And to be honest, in the day to day, it didn’t feel like much was changing, but in one moment, I looked back and everything had changed. One week before I met Kevin, I was talking with a friend about the power of vision, and I said to her, “I’ve become the woman of my vision.”

There she was in a single moment of time.

I wasn’t performing.

I wasn’t pretending.

My spirit led the way.

Crossing my lips before my mind even knew.

And then one week later he arrived.

We were married the following year. And the day after our wedding, that same friend said, “You waited, and you got everything you wanted.”

But it wasn’t luck.

It was vision.

And devotion to that vision through the waiting, the stretching, the discomfort, and the process of becoming.

A New Vision (And a New Edge)

Now, I find myself at a different edge. The vision this time isn’t a relationship. It’s a calling. A creative path. A financial reality. A body of work that feels equal parts expression and offering.

It looks like Date Nite, the ritual Kevin and I built to nourish our marriage becoming something that nourishes other couples, too.

It looks like Portal to Self, a sacred space for spiritual growth, energetic alignment, and coming home to who you really are.

The vision is wide and beautiful. But this time, it feels more exposed and terrifyingly vulnerable. Because the fear that rises now isn’t “what if I never find it? It’s:

What if I show up fully and no one responds?

What if I pour my heart into something and it doesn’t catch?

That voice belongs to a younger version of me. The one who got straight A’s but sometimes still felt unseen. The one with bright ideas who sometimes got overlooked.

But here’s what I know:

Kevin is proof.

And our story is evidence.

I had a vision then, and I have another vision now.

So this new vision?

It’s not delusion.

It’s just stretching me.

Again.

Holding a Vision Isn’t Passive

Here’s the sacred truth I keep learning:

Vision isn’t passive.

It’s not just a pretty picture.

It’s an invitation.

A true vision will ask something of you.

It will call you forward. It will show you the places where you’re still hiding, still playing small, still holding back. And then it will ask you to become the person who can hold it and become it. That’s the assignment. Not just the arrival, but the becoming it in return. It might excite you. It might terrify you. It’s okay if it feels shaky, and it’s okay if it takes time.

But if the vision keeps knocking, you’re meant to answer.

Devotion vs. Delusion: How to Tell the Difference

Here’s what I’ve come to believe:

• Delusion waits to be validated.

• Devotion acts from alignment.

  
  

Delusion says: “I’ll wait until someone tells me this is okay.”

Devotion says: “I’ll start walking, even if I don’t see the whole path.”

When I was sitting on the idea for Date Nite, I believed in it, but I wasn’t moving. I kept talking about it, planning for it, but not doing it. One night, in a moment of frustration, Kevin called me out:

“You say this matters to you, but I don’t see you doing anything.”

It hurt. But it was the jolt I needed, and within a few days I was taking my first steps.

What I’m Doing Now (And What You Can, Too)

Here’s how I’m staying devoted now. Not just to the outcome, but to the becoming:

1. Lay It on the Altar

I offer every post, every idea, every product launch. It’s not all on me. My guides always remind me: “You create. We deliver.”

2. Let Little Me Lead Sometimes

The younger me still shows up. She’s scared. She wants to be seen and validated. I let her be part of it, but I don’t let her drive.

3. Trust It Because It Exists

If a vision lives inside me, that’s all the proof I need. My job is to move in authentic alignment, not wait for permission.

4. Choose Expression Over Proof

I don’t need to convince anyone anymore. My work is an offering, not a performance.

Is There a Vision That Won’t LetYou Go?

Maybe your vision landed while you were meditating. Maybe it arrived while you were doing the dishes. Maybe it’s always been there. A quiet knowing that something more is meant for you.

However it came, I want you to know:

You’re not crazy. You’re called.

You’re not behind. You’re becoming.

You don’t need permission. Just devotion.

And if you’re not sure what your vision is yet, or if you’re the one thinking, “Nothing ever comes to me” I want to share what helped me.

One night, I sat quietly in the stillness of my apartment. No music. No candle. Just stillness. And I asked myself two questions:

1. What does the fulfillment of love (money/purpose) look like in my life?

   I waited, not for words, but for a picture. A scene. A felt sense.

2. What is standing in my way of having this?

   And again, I waited. Not forcing. Just receiving.

It took time. Twenty minutes of thinking maybe nothing would come. But eventually, it did. A picture formed. And from that moment on, I had something to walk toward. Something to devote myself to becoming.

You can do this, too. All it takes is a willingness to be still, to trust what comes, and then, to take one small step toward it.

I encourage you to take a moment to reflect:

• Is there a vision whispering to you?

• Are you dreaming… but not doing?

• Is that dream fully integrated into your being or still floating on the edges of your belief?

• What would it look like to act like someone who already trusts it’s on the way?

• What parts of yourself need healing, attention, or courage so you can become the person that dream belongs to?

  
  

The vision of Kevin wasn’t really about Kevin. It was about me becoming a woman who could hold that kind of love.

This vision I’m holding now isn’t just about a brand, it’s about who I’m becoming to build it. It's terrifying and exciting all at the same time, but I’m here, ready and present for all of it.

And so I gently remind you:

Hold the picture and do the work.

Because I believe heaven has no choice but to meet you.

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