There’s a photo I took that says everything you need to know about how I work.
A calculator from another era.
A snarl of 10-key tape.
A galaxy of crystals gathered in devotion.
A whisper (or a scream) from my screen:
“Do your own fucking thing.”
It’s not an aesthetic. It’s a philosophy.
It’s the Prosperity First way.
Because listen—money is not sterile.
It’s not some cold, flat, unfeeling line on a ledger.
Money is alive.
It’s emotional. Electrical. Magnetic. Messy.
And so are we.
Crystals. Chaos. Clarity.
Profit as Protest.
That’s the real ledger I’m working from.
I’m the kind of accountant who reads balance sheets and birth charts.
Who runs numbers and nervous systems.
Who will bless your books with palo santo if the vibe is off.
Because it’s not just about reconciling accounts.
It’s about reconciling you—to your power, your values, your vision.
This desk, this photo, this life?
It’s where the Soul + Science of Money converge.
Where strategy meets synchronicity.
Where I remember—every single day—that old ways won’t build new worlds.
You won’t find me in a pressed blazer speaking corporate code.
You’ll find me barefoot, sipping cacao, lighting a candle, and cracking open your P&L like a sacred text.
Because your books aren’t just about taxes.
They’re receipts of your revolution.
And yes, the receipt tape is tangled.
And yes, the geodes are glowing.
And yes, the message is loud and clear:
✨ Do your own fucking thing. ✨
That’s where the overflow starts.
🔥 Daily Affirmation:
My magic is measurable.
My money is meaningful.
My work is a portal.
My profit is a prayer.
👉 Reflection Prompt:
What’s one object in your workspace that feels like a sacred anchor—not for productivity, but for presence?
PS: Let this be your reminder—Profit is Protest. This desk, this life, this way of working? It’s all resistance and reclamation in real time.
🎧 Song of the Day: Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney