On day one of this journey, we built trust with Time.
On day two, we called back our Energy.
On day three, we stretched into Capacity.
On day four, we watched belief crystallize into form—Cash, the echo of alignment made audible.
And now—here we are.
The circle is complete.
The dream made real.
The ferry thrummed beneath us like a heartbeat.
Sunlight poured itself over the bay, liquid gold.
A stranger leaned against his truck, guitar in hand, strumming as we crossed toward the island.
We’ve never seen him before. We haven’t seen him since.
But that day, his song serenaded us home—
the final wink from the Universe.
Intuition had whispered early that we’d need 80K to make this move easefully.
When the dance was done—between the cash we created and the seller’s generous nod—we came in just over 80K, raised in less than three weeks.
We’d first suggested a March 22nd close.
But our realtor urged February to sweeten the offer.
And still, the Universe honored our original ask, placing the keys in our hands exactly on March 22nd, 2024.
I’d already stopped counting the miles and started counting the miracles.
Because you can’t choreograph magic like this.
These “can’t-make-this-shit-up” moments.
The signs and synchronicities that prove the Universe doesn’t deal in coincidence,
it composes starlit symphonies.
I poured every tool I teach into this dream.
Breathwork to slow the pulse of panic.
Tapping to remind my nervous system we were safe to expand.
Guided meditations to taste the life already waiting, and to release the need to script the ending. The moment I whispered this, or better, and meant it, the Universe leaned in like a lover and began removing every obstacle that dared stand between us.
Barry and I moved through each twist together—his childlike delight as we crossed mountains, a light in the dark, his steady humor keeping me from unraveling when everything felt on the edge.
And when he was ready to walk away, I held us steady.
I celebrated every step of the way.
Every “yes.”
Every “no.”
Every pause that pulsed with potential.
Because I know the difference between chasing and inviting.
Between grasping and grounding.
Between trying to make it happen and letting it happen through me.
Home, now, means something far deeper than a roof and a view.
It’s the scent of pine and sea salt.
The way light caresses the floorboards at dawn.
It means safety.
Belonging.
The capacity to be profoundly supported without shame or justification.
It is the physical embodiment of everything I’ve been teaching all along:
that prosperity isn’t only personal—it’s collective sovereignty.
Because when one of us makes a powerful ask and receives,
we expand what’s possible for everyone watching.
And tonight, in the island stillness, in between the hush and the birdsong, I realized…this story isn’t about real estate—not, really.
It’s about a reclamation.
The beginning of my personal revolution—one that I hope stirs something electric and slightly unhinged in yours. Because, like Alice, the world needs you to believe in 7 impossible things before breakfast.
Writing this series has stretched me.
To tell the whole story—without apology, without trimming the edges of my joy—has been its own act of courage.
I’ve been accused of bragging. Of being out of touch with reality.
But what they don’t see is that celebration is my rebellion.
That joy, spoken aloud, is what alchemizes struggle into power and possibility.
And here’s the truth that lives at the center of it all:
Money loves joy.
And joy shared is joy amplified.
That’s the real celebration.
The moment overflow becomes invitation.
👉 Reflection Prompts
What would it look like to celebrate your becoming before the results arrive?
What dream have you quietly decided is “too much to ask”?
🔥 Daily Affirmations
Joy is my currency and celebration my strategy.
Every win expands the world for us all.
I am home in every dream that says yes to me.
I am already living inside the miracle.
PS: Profit is Protest—especially when we dare to celebrate out loud,
because joyfully receiving is the ultimate act of rebellion.
🌙 Epilogue: The Dream That Wouldn’t Let Go
Thank you for walking this journey with me. For every heart that held the vision, every reader who whispered yes somewhere between the lines—you were part of this miracle.
These five stories began with a house, but they were never about square footage or keys. They were about time reclaimed, energy restored, capacity expanded, and the sweet inevitability of overflow when we trust our own rhythm.
As I look out over the water tonight, the same bay that first welcomed us home, I feel the hum of a new beginning rising.
Because this isn’t the end of the story—it’s the prologue to what happens when a community of rebel healers, changemakers, and sovereign hearts decides to build together.
Thank you for being my witness, my mirror, my co-conspirator in joy.
May your next ask be bold, your next yes be bigger than expected, and may your joy echo until the world adjusts to your frequency.
🎧 Song of the Day: “It Is Done” – Bella International
Thanks for sharing ... for being a rebel ... for turning criticism into joy ... for holding what is possible ...not only for yourself ... but for those of us who have our own dreams ... Yes creatively this or better.