Today I followed a nudge and stumbled upon two open houses: one that was just okay and another that felt like home. I didn’t have the money, but I walked through it anyway and let myself feel what it would be like to live there. It reminded me why I’m doing all of this, for freedom, joy, peace, and a closet full of clothes I actually love. I talked through the details, what wealth would allow, and why I’m proud of myself for showing up. Even if that’s not the house, it reminded me that a house is coming