Money is not the scarce thing. It is just the one with a statement attached.

There is a Living Lucky® framework for this, and my mom ran it without knowing it had a name.

Vision comes first. Not a mood, not a general direction. A specific Point B you can say in one sentence. Most people can describe what they do not want in enormous detail and go vague the second you ask what they actually want. She got specific. Atlanta.

Agency is next, and it is the honest part. What are the obstacles, internal and external, and where do you have a choice you have been pretending you do not have. That is the question that ends most two-year holding patterns, because usually the choice was available the entire time and the waiting was the thing being chosen.

Momentum comes last, and it is the reward. Clearing the house. Listing it. Buying before selling. Each action creating evidence, and the evidence making the next action easier.

His name was Rooster.

I don’t know the exact origin of the nickname. I just know that’s what everyone called him, that it suited him completely, and that no one who ever met him forgot him. My grandfather was the kind of person who changed the temperature of a room just by walking into it. Not because he was loud or demanding, though he could certainly hold a room. But because of the energy he brought.

Every single time. As if he’d decided somewhere along the way that walking through a door was an opportunity worth taking seriously.

Every morning, without fail, Rooster woke up and said the same thing.

“Boy, do I have Enthusimatism!”

Not enthusiasm. Not optimism. Enthusimatism.