I’d really love to be a millionaire. I can visualise myself rolling around and diving into pools of money like Scrooge McDuck. I can smell the new car smell of my dream Range Rover and I can feel how smug I’d be plonking down my Gucci handbag at the Waitrose checkout whilst trying not to let my massive diamond ring weigh me down ... BUT I’m still just going to wake up tomorrow and do the same old crap that I need to do. Work, homeschool, laundry, dinner etc.
I don’t think rubbing some potions into my face, sticking some pretty quotes into a vision board or sniffing some sage is going to make me more likely to become a millionaire! Paying Jess £300+ to tell me this certainly won’t help either. Better off just buying a lottery ticket