The Art of Being Rich

an intimate and thoughtful exploration

I am rich. Here is how I know. I live like a rich person. I sleep in a sexy black satin robe in a bed that is both huge and comfortable. The sheets are made of the coziest and softest fabrics that ensure my rest is both nourishing and peaceful. You know, nourishment is necessary so when I come back into my body I’m ready for the day ahead.

Sometimes I find myself leisurely wandering around the house cleaning from room to room. Sometimes I find myself writing for an hour or so on the sofa since the office space is still covered in art vomit. Art vomit is the term I’m using to describe the room because there are paintings, and creative projects, books, and instruments all over. Being multi-passionate is not for the weak because hobbies are just as apart of your life and just as vital as the food you eat….or the way your heart beats.

Hobbies expose who you are and let me tell you, rich people have hobbies. Not just the hobbies that money can buy but the hobbies that your curiosity can buy. A human’s favorite question is “What is my purpose?” well your purpose is right under your nose silly. It’s to sleep, shit, eat, and breathe, duh! A rich person knows that life is in their hands and they’d die in execution of the life they want than to not try at all.

A rich person has a thing for experiences. They inquire about what is around the corner, or what is down the street. They want to know what in life is here for them. So they try Boba fruit tea for the first time, they try their favorite restaurant for the 8th time because they know that to have taste is to be invested in where value is provided.

They too also provide value just by existing. It’s when they smile, it’s when they walk, the way they speak. Their self-concept is high. They are kindness mixed with sensuality. Their entire life is a trust fall with life. A gentle dance. They know that life is a loving support system when they need it. A rich person has an aloneness to them because they love solitude. It’s where they learn to be and think. A rich person is open to life and all the bullshit that comes with it. They handle lost with depth because their heart is wrapped in perseverance. They’d rather face their giants. They don’t want things to pile up like trash swept in a corner. A rich person knows that the pile can feel insurmountable when left unattended.

I feel rich. So I must be rich. I am rich. I just know it.

What is one way you already live like a rich person , whether you realize it or not?

xoxo,

Tiana

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