Rewrite Your Damn Story
I require. I desire. I deserve. — a rebel manifesto for rebuilding your money story
What if your money story isn’t broken?
What if it’s just someone else’s lie you’ve been living in?
The lie that says wanting more makes you greedy.
That asking for what you need makes you a burden.
That wealth is only safe in certain hands—and yours aren’t one of them.
I lived in those lies for far too long.
I tolerated less-than. Overgave. Overworked.
Built an accounting firm that “looked right” from the outside but ate my soul from the inside.
I smiled while hemorrhaging. Coached clients while scraping by. Said I was fine when I was fucking exhausted.
Then one day, I snapped.
And I started rewriting the story.
Here’s the Prosperity First way:
Three words that have rebuilt empires, restructured bank accounts, and resurrected self-worth:
I require.
I desire.
I deserve.
Let’s break them open.
🔱 I Require (Resetting the Baseline)
This is where you rip up the contract signed in survival.
The one that said “be grateful for scraps.”
The one that taught you shrinking was safer than shining.
You get to redraw the damn blueprint.
To write a new agreement—etched in gold ink and blood-bound truth—where your baseline is sacred.
Where your enough is not up for negotiation.
Not because the world said so.
Because you did.
You don’t just get to have standards.
You get to be fortified by them.
Held. Upheld.
🔥 I Desire (The Soul’s Compass)
Desire is not a dirty word.
It is the molten core of your magic.
It lives in the curve of your hips, the flutter in your chest, the ache in your gut when you glimpse the life you almost gave up on.
Desire is not polite.
It’s primal.
It doesn’t ask permission.
It howls.
And when you stop silencing it to sound more “reasonable,” it will lead you straight to your liberation.
This isn’t about impulsivity.
This is about deep, embodied knowing.
This is your future self pulling you forward by the heartstrings.
👑 I Deserve (Unshakable Worth)
You don’t need to barter for your birthright.
Your worth isn’t a punch card waiting to be filled.
You don’t earn your way into enoughness.
You were born drenched in it.
You deserve not because you proved yourself—but because you are yourself.
A living, breathing miracle.
Wild. Whole. Unrepentantly worthy.
Let the world adjust to your enoughness.
Not the other way around.
✨ Real-Life Reframe #1: The House That Required Everything
When I was buying my dream home, I got a call that would’ve crushed every past version of me:
“You need to bring an extra $30K to closing.”
By nightfall, it became $56K.
Every old story screamed in my ear:
— You’re too much.
— You’ve pushed too far.
— Just settle. Delay. Go small.
But I didn’t.
I declared: I require this home. I desire this life. I deserve this reality.
And that declaration rearranged the universe.
The money came in. Not all in one place. Not all in ways I could predict. But it came.
Why?
Because I stopped negotiating with my own dreams.
Because I chose to stand in my power even while shaking.
Because I finally understood that my requirements aren’t ridiculous.
They are divine directives.
That’s the kind of magic that happens when you rewrite the damn story.
✨ Real-Life Reframe #2: The Day I Couldn’t Pretend Anymore
I once had a month where the numbers didn’t add up.
Not just a “tight” month—an impossible one.
Clients delayed payments. Bills came early. My nervous system was on fire.
I stood in my kitchen, staring at my laptop, and whispered the thing I never let myself say out loud:
I can’t keep doing this.
And not just the money stress.
The performing.
The pretending I was fine while secretly surviving off strategy, grit, and adrenaline.
That night, I poured a glass of wine, opened a blank document, and wrote one sentence at the top:
I require, desire, and deserve peace.
Not someday. Not once I’d “earned it.”
Now.
I restructured my services.
Raised my minimums.
Started saying no before I was depleted.
And slowly, the numbers changed.
But more than that—I changed.
That was the month I stopped selling my nervous system to keep my brand intact.
That was the month I stopped negotiating with burnout.
That was the month I realized:
Profit isn’t just about money.
It’s about what you stop tolerating.
🧨 Here's a common story I’m seeing a lot of right now.
Perhaps you hold some version of it?
Old Story: Rich people are assholes.
They must have done something shady.
Sold out. Scammed someone. Inherited it. Got lucky.That kind of wealth… it’s dangerous.
If I have that kind of money, people will judge me.
I’ll lose my community.
I won’t be safe.So better to stay small.
Better to give it all away.
Better to martyr myself for the mission.Better to be broke and beloved than wealthy and alone.
Wouldn’t this feel better instead?
New Story: I require, desire, and deserve to live the life of my dreams—resourced, rooted, and radically well-compensated.
Because wealth in the right hands heals.
Because my desires are divine.
Because integrity and overflow are not opposites.I am a steward of wealth, not a prisoner of it.
And the more money that flows through my hands, the more justice, beauty, and liberation flood into the world.
🔥 Ritual Time
Light a candle.
Write your new truth on a post-it or in your journal.
Say it out loud, spine straight, shoulders back, voice steady:
I require ________.
I desire ________.
I deserve ________.
Let your body hear it. Let your bank account rise to meet it.
💬 Join the Rebellion
Drop yours in the comments:
I require __________. I desire __________. I deserve __________.
Let’s say it out loud together and hold the line for each other.
Reflection time:
💥 What’s one thing you’ve been calling a “nice-to-have” that is actually a soul-level non-negotiable?
🔥 What money story are you DONE carrying? The snarkier the better. Let’s name it and burn it down.
PS: This isn’t mindset fluff. This is strategy soaked in sovereignty.
Profit is protest.
And your next move?
Rewrite the damn story.
Song of the Day: Stronger (Grey’s Anatomy Version) by Thunderstorm Artis