I keep having the same dream.
It’s hazy—blurred at the edges like breath on glass.
I can’t see the whole thing, but I hear it.
A voice.
A rhythm.
A thunderous pattern in my bones.
the
BOOM
savage
BOOM
march
BOOM
of
BOOM
time—*
and then,
a final BOOM
that cracks me open and scatters me to the wind.
No melody. Just vibration.
And maybe it’s a lyric I’ve heard.
Or maybe it’s a message from the marrow of something older than language.
But here’s what I know:
I don’t dread time.
I’m not trying to outrun it.
I don’t fear the end,
because I don’t believe we end.
Lately, I’ve been sitting with the difference between truth and wisdom.
My truth is...
messy.
Delightful.
Weird.
It’s made of
🍴 food as a love language
💃 dancing in the kitchen
🔕 silent hermiting for no good reason
🌀 laughing so hard I forget what was funny
🌑 dreams that rattle something loose
📚 trashy romance novels as an escape hatch
🍫 better-than-sex truffles as a coping mechanism
and the sacred pause before I have the “right” words.
My wisdom?
That’s what I bring to the world.
As a CFO.
As a Money Coach.
A builder of bridges and designer of prosperity ecosystems.
I help mission-driven entrepreneurs reclaim their agency,
restructure their numbers,
and fund their sacred work with unapologetic prosperity.
I know what I’m doing.
And I know the rebels I am meant to co-create with.
But sometimes…
Sometimes I feel the pressure.
The ticking.
The BOOM.
Like there’s a clock on my wisdom.
Like if I don’t share it the “right” way,
in the “right” format,
at the “right” moment—
I’ll miss it.
That’s when I remember:
We cannot surrender with an agenda.
And nothing true ever blooms on someone else’s timeline.
Even when it’s messy.
Even when it’s late.
Even when the edges fray—
wisdom lands when it’s ready to be received.
So I let the dream come.
I let the boom shake me.
I let the pieces fall, and trust that something new will form.
Not in a panic.
Not in fear.
But in the wild trust that the next BOOM isn’t a threat—
—it’s an invitation.
Not to rush.
Not to run.
But to reform.
Because time no longer controls me.
And there’s nothing savage about the path I’m on.
Only sacred rhythm.
Only aligned unfolding.
And maybe you’re feeling that too.
Maybe you’ve felt the boom.
Maybe you’re in the in-between.
Maybe you’re holding wisdom you’re waiting to shape into the world.
If so—this is your reminder:
You are right on time.
You are precisely aligned for the version of you who’s ready to rise.
👉 Reflection Prompt:
What truth have you been hiding because it doesn’t feel “wise” enough yet?
What wisdom have you been hoarding, waiting for the right way to share it?
🔥 Daily Affirmation:
I move in harmony with divine timing.
I honor the pace of my becoming.
I share from presence, devotion, and clarity.
My unfolding is perfectly aligned.
PS:
Profit isn’t just about the numbers.
It’s about the timing, too.
And sometimes the most radical protest is trusting the boom,
the break,
the rhythm.
Profit is Protest, and so is surrendering to divine timing.
🎧 Song of the Day: Yesterday by Tiësto