Every millionaire has that special moment.That moment when they realize holy shit, I'm a freakin millionaire!
I'm no different. I remember that day like it was yesterday. I was driving home from Target at around 5:30 PM. You know, that time of the day that the plebes call "rush hour". I looked around at the crap cars surrounding my shiny white Bravada. I saw thess miserable faces. All hating their lives. And then there's me. A work-at-home single mom of four kids who truly has jt all. A mom who joined LuLaRoe only six months ago and has already broken six figures in monthly income. I began to tally up my recent sales on my head. Two mystery leggings sold to ex-high school bestie that I haven't seen in ten years. An XL Irma and Carly for my overweight mother-in-law. And of cpurse evweything sold during my daily marathon Facebook live sales.It was only once I had tallied everything up that I realized I was no longer just "rich". I was a millionaire!
From that day on, I've walked with just a little more swagger in my step. I see the other well-known millionaires gallivanting around town and I give them a knowing wink and a nod. It's something that millionaires do when we see each other .A sly way of saying hey, I'm one of you.
And damn, does it feel good.
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