I sit at my desk, overlooking the tallest cactus tree in the yard. The window in front of my computer frames it perfectly. A cup of strong coffee rests beside my keyboard, steam curling into the quiet. My fingers hover over the keys, but they feel foreign today. Instead, I trace the rim of the cup, watching hummingbirds dart past the window, weaving their own stories into the fabric of this morning.
I guide myself from within, clearing the weight of unspoken grievances, softening the tension of old resentments. I hold myself steady, allowing discomfort to speak, to reveal the deeper truth beneath it. Today, I rest in the presence of the most intimate relationship of all—the one with my Self. This is my true love story. My brand, My vision is not just a concept but a way of being—a devotion to depth, connection, and the ability to express myself accurately without diminishing another.
For so long, I looked outward for connection, measuring love by how deeply I could pour myself into someone else. I mistook service for surrender, believing that if I gave enough, healed enough, carried enough, I would be met in kind. But love is not an economy. It cannot be traded, stored, or bargained. It is a living current, and I now allow myself to move with its natural flow.
The first time I heard the phrase "You are the product," it unsettled me. It sounded transactional, as though my worth depended on what I could produce. But as I sit here now, letting the words settle into the quiet, I understand. This is not about selling. This is about being. Being something true. Something so resonant with my essence that there is no separation between my work and my being.
My vision and the most important relationship with my Self is not just a brand. It is a transmission, a way of seeing and being that honors relational integrity. And if I cannot embody this within myself, how can I offer it to others?
Real magic is nothing more than living in alignment with my own nature. The deeper I root into my truth, the clearer my path becomes. This is the real prosperity—not conventional wealth, but the ease of being fully, unapologetically myself. Not managing relationships like transactions or ideals, but tending to them as sacred gardens, where honesty, self-expression, and inner stability are the soil from which all else grows.
My fingers find the keys. The words arrive.
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