three a.m thoughts

I want to be rich, I won’t lie.

But not for Hermès, Jimmy Choo, or driving a Maserati.
I want that kind of rich where I can go to the beach on a random Wednesday afternoon, order anything without thinking twice, fill my groceries without a budget, and know my family is always taken care of.

To travel, show my kids the world, treat the people I love and say “don’t worry, I got it,” and help someone in need when I can.

Most of all, I want to be rich enough to actually own my time.

That’s what rich means to me.

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