How I created my candle meditation business

Let me tell you the story of this candle work…

It started from absolutely nothing.
And when I say nothing — I mean nothing. Not metaphorical nothing. Literal, “I have no money, no equipment, and no idea how this will work” nothing.

But I had the idea. And I had focus.

Somehow, that was enough.

The candle business began as a thought — a spark in my head that refused to go away. I started speaking it out loud, describing it like it already existed. I told people about my candle business, showed them mockups of my labels in Canva (mind you, I didn’t even have wax yet).

I could see it all — the logo, the look, the packaging, the feeling of the brand — long before there was a single candle to hold. I had baskets saved on supplier websites: wax from here, boxes from there, oils from the Indian shop down the road (because I have to smell them — smell cognition, no choice there). Every single detail was planned. Everything, except money.

And then the universe did what it does when you stop asking “how.”

On my birthday, my family sent me some money — a gift, because they live far away and didn’t know what to order me. That was the first €100 invested in my candle dream. A few weeks later, when I ordered school supplies for my kids, a €40 coupon appeared for a craft store. Perfect. Straight into the business fund.

Step by step, piece by piece, it started to exist.

The journey wasn’t smooth or glamorous — more like two steps forward, one step back. I used toys and disposable kitchen equipment to pour my first candles. I made do with what I had. Every euro went to what was absolutely necessary. There were moments of frustration, excitement, doubt, and awe all tangled together.

But I kept moving.

And now, here I am — preparing for my first fair, with 80 handmade products carefully created, labeled, and packaged. From zero to this. From dream to reality.

When I tell people that reality creation is real, I mean it.
When I say it doesn’t require control, only clear, unwavering focus, I’m not being poetic — I’m telling you what I lived.

This is the third time I’ve seen this kind of magic in my life: a dream unfolding exactly as envisioned, even when logic said it was impossible.

My biggest secret?
I don’t ask how.

Because Rumi said it best — “As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.”

If I had asked myself how I was going to make this happen back in July, I would’ve given up. At that time, it seemed impossible. If I’d asked how I’d afford everything when I only had €100 to start, again, I would’ve stopped before beginning.

Instead, I trusted. I stayed focused on the vision and let the “how” appear on its own.

And it did.

My supplies grew, my space grew, my confidence grew — to the point that now I have to declutter parts of my house to make space for my expanding workshop. I couldn’t have imagined that just a few months ago.

So if you’re reading this, sitting with a dream that feels “too big,” please hear me:
Don’t ask how. Just start.
Speak it into being. Visualize it. Focus on it. Take tiny steps when you can.

The path will appear. It always does.