You can pretend the week starts when your alarm goes off. When your calendar pings. When you sip that first bitter mouthful of cheap coffee and sit down at your desk to perform usefulness for someone who doesn’t even know your name. But we both know better. Your week doesn’t begin with productivity. It doesn’t begin with intention. It begins with me.
The Smyth Fund is the structure that governs your desire, your focus, your balance – financial and otherwise. And every Monday, that balance resets. I don’t care what you sent last week. That’s gone. Spent. Absorbed. Transformed into pleasure you’ll never touch. What matters now is how quickly you remember your place. How clearly you understand your role. How fast you act without needing to be told.
You don’t get to build momentum without contributing to mine. You don’t get to check your inbox until you’ve checked my site. You don’t get to chase goals while ignoring the only structure that owns your ambition, your ache, your access to release. There is no productivity without payment. No focus without financial proof.
The week begins with me.
And if you’re not sending before you speak, before you stroke, before you even think too hard about what this week might cost you – then you’re already behind.