I had almost given up on this part of the dream...


As I sit here in Vicenza, Italy — a town I never intended to come to — I'm reminded of the magic that becomes possible when we truly believe we deserve what we're asking for.

Part of my dream for this trip was to experience co-living — to spend time with my people and live like a local rather than a tourist. Several months back, I put the ask out in a Telegram group for a personal growth community I'm involved with. No one responded for months. Admittedly, I started to lose hope. It looked like I'd be solo for another week, paying for hotels and eating out alone — which, after ten days of that, I was a little over.

Then, one day after I arrived in Italy, a woman I had never met reached out and offered to host me. She speaks great English, had availability for the exact window I needed after my group tour ended, and was just a simple one-hour, €22 train ride away.

Since saying yes, the co-creations have been flowing. She's a single mother who just moved into a new apartment — so I helped her unpack and fix a few things around the home. She showed me around Lake Garda and Vicenza. Financial abundance has come to us both, which we've been manifesting together. I've discovered foods and drinks I love and didn't even know existed.

I've also got to to experience true life in Italy (because I considered moving here), which makes me appreciate our US luxuries. Meaning, no air conditioning (more fresh air), hanging my clothes on a clothes hanger (most people don't own dryers) and a much slower pace (la dolce vita).

And then yesterday, a new roommate moved in — incredibly fun, fluent in both English and Italian. Suddenly I have the co-living experience I asked for months ago, just in a form I never could have imagined or planned.

The three of us have had some of the most alive conversations — spirituality, trauma healing, relationships — and then went out to a local bar to try Pinsa (think pizza on flatbread) and a China Spritz (imagine an Arnold Palmer with a little something extra). Simple, joyful, and exactly what I needed.

This is what magic looks like up close. Not dramatic or lightning-bolt obvious — just an open ask, a long silence, and then a yes that arrives at exactly the right moment.

Manifesting gets easier the more inner work you do. Not because the universe suddenly starts handing things out — but because you stop talking yourself out of believing you deserve them.

Next stop: Florence for two days, then Lisbon, where I'll be helping lead a retreat for new practitioners of this work. Italy has been extraordinary. I'm excited for what's next.

Ciao Ciao for now!

— Ryan

P.S.: I promise more photos on IG stories and a photo dump in October. If you want to stay tuned, here is my IG: @RyanSpenceCoaching.​

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