A true lady knows life is an open bar!

Take a seat. Place an order. And let the universe cook!

I: Are you sure I’m allowed to be here?

II: Everyone is allowed!!

I: But, I’m just a black girl who came from nothing.

II: No one cares.

I: Take a good look around. Everyone looks different. Everyone is different.

II: Yeah…you’re right. And look at all the food on their plates!

I: Yeah!!!!!!

II: What do I get to order?

I: Whatever your heart desires.

II: Is it free?

I: Absolutely not.

II: But I don’t have any money.

I: It doesn’t cost money. It costs mind!

My wealth era introduced itself while I was down on my luck, wondering why life seemed to be doing such a brutal clean sweep. I guess rock bottoms truly do make the best clean slates. In hindsight, my mind was being restructured to hold something greater than anything I had ever considered before. 

I was being guided to reassess and design my wealth because, well, my wealth era was here! Which sounded crazy because at that moment I was broke as shit. But that very bottom is exactly what I needed to elevate me into a whole new time and a whole new space. 

I stopped questioning if I was allowed to be here & accepted that I had already arrived! The real question was: what the hell was I gonna order, and who the hell would I be once I was sitting at the table with my plate full? As I designed my menu, preparing to place my order,  I considered everything I looked up and saw when all else had fallen away. The wealth I already had sitting in holdings. What could I contribute for those streams to continue to flow and grow? What about those arriving after me? My children. Their children. The wealth & health of bloodline. I had arrived somewhere both foreign and eerily beautiful: What if my life didn’t just belong to me? What if it all was for a purpose greater than my own personal pleasure? Perhaps all the pleasure lied in leaving behind more than what I came into, for everything that was coming after me. 

I had arrived. 

I  release myself from everything that convinced me to stay stuck on the other side of this very door of abundance. Life truly is an open bar. Waiting for you to order whatever the f*ck you wanted! Taking my seat felt less like an option and more like a duty. For me. For mine. 

Excuse me, Chef? Here is my wealth menu.

Are you prepared to sacrifice yourself as you wait patiently for me to cook?

Certainly. I’ll probably die in this bar.