Cash rules everything around me.
It does. I hate it.
Abraham Hicks would say you can’t get there from here.
Fine, money is like air. Neither good nor bad just there.
I just wanna know the rent is good.
I want to have plenty extra to buy something extra.
Something nice for myself so I can feel as good as I feel.
A lil something to make the kids smile, laugh, maybe see some new shit.
Autopay, bitch!
Lights, water, gas, internet, every last one of em.
Oatmilk, and all three berries.
Brussel sprouts, some wine, fall decor on my door, Christmas tree, and a table for four.
This deep desire comes primarily from my heart, perfect holidays with a home that sings. Kids rooms with personality. Art, reflections of me, practical luxuries that excite me.
These things feel so out of reach, yet my desires are personal. I want so bad, to believe these things want me as much as I want them.
A big comfy sectional and matching pj’s. football on Sundays. My inner child fantasy moving in real-time, constantly at battle with this life that’s also going just fine.
Cash rules everything around me.
I imagine there is a world beyond this. Beyond the fear of having enough, to the feeling of more than enough.
I imagine how free, how safe, how fun it is to just be.
