The second day of April and I am already ahead of where most people will be in three months.
I am curled at my desk in a sundress — optimistic given it is thirteen degrees, but the sun is actually out and after the winter we have had that felt like justification enough. Coffee is here. Legs tucked underneath me. The kind of morning where nothing is pressing and I am not pretending otherwise.
The accounts have been open on my screen for the last hour. What they are showing represents two days of April. Two days. And it is more than most people will clear in a quarter. I have looked at that number long enough now that it has stopped feeling remarkable and started feeling like what it actually is — the result of something built carefully over time, running exactly as it was built to run, requiring very little from me beyond having built it.
That distinction matters. This is not a good week or a fortunate month. It is a structure. Money moves into The Smyth Fund because the men who contribute have been doing it long enough that it has stopped being a decision. The first deposits of April came in overnight. I woke up to them. Nobody prompted them and I certainly did not — I was asleep. The rhythm runs ahead of me now, which is the point, which is what it looks like when something has been correctly constructed.
Outside the sky is genuinely blue. Not the pale, unconvincing blue that appeared occasionally through February and meant nothing, but a proper April sky — the kind that makes you realise winter was actually quite relentless and you had simply adjusted to it. Thirteen degrees is not warm. But I am in a sundress and the sun is on the window and the coffee is good and I have nowhere to be, which is its own kind of data point about how the morning is going.
The month has barely started. The number on the screen says otherwise.
You know what to do.
Your Next Step:
Send your first April tribute via YouPay.
Additional Reading:
PayPig Fantasy or PayPig Reality: Your Body Already Knows the Answer