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Conscious Poverty
It’s not intentional. I didn’t choose it. But I also don’t have to suffer under it.
In 2015, I was convinced I was going to have a six-figure year. The year started out brilliantly. I remember my business into Psychic As Fuck, had a killer website, was booked out for a month with $350/hour sessions.
And then it all collapsed. I barely broke $10k for the whole year, $5000 of it in the first two months of 2015.
That was rough.
It wasn’t the poverty part of it that was rough. I was used to that. I’d always been poor. Life had always been a struggle.
What was rough was the two months of hope followed by a crash that left me in shock, depressed, feeling betrayed, and unsure of my place in the world.
That was the year I gave up on trying to escape poverty.
And it was also the year I began to learn how to be happy anyway.
This is not, by the way, a story about how I found happiness and riches followed.
I’m still poor. I made just over $14,000 last year (2019) and I’ll be pleased if I break $20,000 this year.
Happiness came from learning to accept enough. From redefining what enough was for me. From accepting the life that I had and…
