Introduction
A year ago a friend confessed her love of Queer Eye.
I had never seen it (I know!) so I fixed that.
I love it.
Queer Eye demonstrates the power of pouring skilled attention and intention on a person.
Everyone in which they invest realizes significant positive change in just a week.
It reminds me of my job.
I pour skilled attention and intention on my clients.
Within the initial review and recommendations – postures change! Moods lift!
Without exception, I see visible gains in confidence and clarity
But I don’t commit for a week.
I commit to a full review and update twice a year,
and connect whenever you pull me in: as cheerleader, co-pilot and truth-teller.
Sure I have software that makes the impact of current habits, unsought changes or tempting possibilities visual.
And you have to invest some time and share all your devilish details in order for me to plan with you.
But it is the commitment to you, built with skill on that solid understanding of you
that lessens your worries and builds your true wealth.
Unlike the Fab Five,
I don’t offer revisions of morning rituals, wardrobes, cooking habits, homes and psychological foundations
(although sometimes I help a bit on that last one).
I get as much bang as all those things add up to – by focusing on your wealth.
Money is so important!
It springs from how your time and skill has been valued, and the people you most love.
Finances are emotional!
That’s why it is hard to plan your finances well, without a skilled partner.
I am that partner to my clients. What a joy!
In my new firm I am aiming for one tenth as many clients as I supported in my former position.
To ensure I can fully support my commitments.
I expect to have a waiting list within the year.
So if you are curious, don’t wait!
I offer a free consultation to anyone considering working with me, no obligation nor expectation.
P.S. (about the pic): The house on the left was bought for a dollar from a neighbour decades ago (who was replacing it with a new home). It was pulled by tractor to this corner of our yard. First it housed the occasional over-night guest, later it held rabbits. Since the roof went years ago it has been on our to-do list to dismantle, repurposing what we can.
On the right is the barn my husband’s Dad built (the roof he made from former fuel cans hammered flat, the lumber was also mostly salvage), pulled by tractor to this farm when they moved here in 1962. It was a pig barn for decades, now full of bee-keeping and other farm equipment (most not currently in use).
Between them is my favourite path to the highest point on our property, our lookout.
We all have more resources than we might be able to use,
and more possibilities than time to realize them all.
There is both comfort and grief in this.
