A World Ruler Sher Declaration

Am I the Psycho Here?

Who taught us that the moment we crack our eyes open, we should get to making money, earning and working? Can a girl chill? Can a girl breathe?

The question

Can I open my eyes first?

Before I have even fully opened my eyes, the world already wants to know what I am producing, earning, selling, finishing or turning into money.

Am I the psycho here, or is this whole arrangement fucking insane?
Part One — Turn the Accusation Around

I Am Definitely Not the Psycho Here

Wanting to breathe is not insane. Building life around endless earning and calling it normal is.

The morning interrogation

Can a girl chill?

Can a girl crack her eyes open before the world starts asking what she plans to accomplish today?

Can I roll over?
Can I stretch?
Can I stare at the ceiling?
Can I look at my husband?
Can I listen to my children?
Can I eat something?
Can I look at a tree before the money questions begin?

I just opened my eyes.

Why are you already asking what I am producing?

Why are you asking what I am selling?

Why are you asking what I finished?

Why are you asking how I plan to turn my ideas into money?

Why does the morning belong to bills, customers, employers, deadlines and earning before it belongs to the person who actually woke up?

Can a girl be alive for five minutes before she has to prove that keeping her alive is financially worth it?

Can a girl chill?

Can a girl breathe?

Can a girl be alive without immediately becoming a money-making machine?

Say it plainly

Work is not my god.

I work. I just do not believe I was born to wake up and immediately begin earning money.

I raise children.
I feed people.
I clean.
I plan.
I teach.
I design.
I build.
I carry the needs of a family in my head.

I notice what is missing before anyone asks for it.

I remember what needs to happen tomorrow while handling what is falling apart today.

I am already working before my feet touch the floor.

So no, I do not need a lecture about the value of work.

I know what work is.

I am just not making work my god.

I do not believe the highest use of a human life is selling as many waking hours as possible.

I do not believe every useful thing needs a customer.

I do not believe every talent needs to become a business.

I do not believe every idea needs to become income.

I do not believe every beautiful thing needs to be dragged to the market.

The unpaid reality

Women are working before anyone calls it work.

A woman can begin carrying the needs of an entire family before her feet touch the floor.

The baby is wet.
A child is hungry.
Food needs preparing.
Clothing needs washing.
Somebody is crying.
Something is broken.
The house needs resetting.
The family needs planning.

Before she completes one visible task, she may already be carrying twenty things in her mind.

Then somebody asks: “But are you working?”

What the hell do you think she has been doing?

A mother can work from the moment she opens her eyes until the moment she falls asleep and still be described as a woman who “does not work.”

But let her leave her own children, go into somebody else’s house, care for somebody else’s baby, wash somebody else’s clothes or cook somebody else’s food, and suddenly the work becomes real because money showed up.

The work did not become real when money appeared.

It was real before.

Money only made the world willing to respect it.

That is not proof that the work had no value.

That is proof that the world has lost its damn mind.

The trap

Money has been placed between people and nearly everything they need.

Money before food.
Money before shelter.
Money before treatment.
Money before clothing.
Money before transport.
Money before safety.
Money before rest.
Money before peace.

Then the world acts surprised that people cannot stop thinking about money.

You built the trap. You placed human survival behind a payment wall. You keep people running inside the trap. Then you call the running responsible.
The respectable cycle

Do the same thing every day for money that is never enough.

Wake up.
Rush.
Work.
Earn.
Pay.
Run short.
Worry.
Sleep.
Wake up and do it again.

The money is never enough.

The bills keep coming.

Prices keep rising.

The children keep growing.

The family keeps waiting.

The body keeps getting tired.

The years keep passing.

Doing the same thing over and over every day to earn money that is never enough is insane.

Selling most of your waking hours and still being unable to rest is insane.

Working all year and still being one broken appliance, one medical problem or one missed payment away from crisis is insane.

Missing your children so you can pay for the house they are sitting inside is insane.

Working until your body hurts and then feeling guilty when you lie down is insane.

Turning every talent, thought, hobby and free hour into another way to make money is insane.

Teaching children that adulthood means earning just enough to return to work tomorrow is insane.

Turn it back on the world

I am definitely not the psycho here.

Wanting to rest is not insane.
Wanting to breathe is not insane.
Wanting time with my family is not insane.
Wanting to think without monetizing every thought is not insane.

I am not the psycho because I can see the cycle.

I am not the psycho because I do not want it.

I am not the psycho because I refuse to worship it.

The world can keep calling this normal. I will call it what it is.

The way the world is operating is insane.

I am definitely not the psycho here.

Part Two — Claim the Life

A Girl Will Chill

Not after she becomes rich. Not after she proves herself. Not after every task is finished. Now.

No more asking permission

A girl will chill.

I only need enough to eat and live.

Enough food.
Enough shelter.
Enough safety.
Enough tools.
Enough to care for my family.
Enough peace to notice that I am alive.

I do not need endless money.

I do not need endless work.

I do not need endless status.

I do not need endless proof that I am serious about life.

I am serious about life. That is exactly why I refuse to spend all of it earning.
Enough

I know what enough looks like.

The world keeps telling people to want more.

More money.

More things.

More status.

More work.

More followers.

More customers.

More recognition.

More proof.

I do not need all of that.

I need enough food.

Enough shelter.

Enough tools.

Enough safety.

Enough peace.

Enough time with my husband.

Enough time with my children.

Enough time to think.

Enough time to design.

Enough time to notice the earth.

Enough time to build what actually matters to me.

The system hates the idea of enough because people who know what enough looks like are harder to keep running.

A person who believes she needs endless more will work forever.

A person who knows she has enough may sit down.

And yes.

A girl will sit down.

Can a flower remain a flower?

I will take random pictures of nature.

I will stop because the sky looks strange.

I will take a picture of a leaf.

I will take a picture of water.

I will take a picture of a flower.

I will take a picture of a shadow.

I will take a picture of some little piece of nature that caught my eye.

I am not building a photography business.
I am not creating a content strategy.
I am not improving engagement.
I am not developing a nature-photo income stream.
I saw it. I liked it. I took the picture. The end.

I am looking at the damn earth.

Can a girl look at the earth?

Can a girl admire a cloud?

Can a girl take a picture and keep it to herself?

Can a girl have a private memory?

Can every beautiful thing stop being dragged into commerce for five minutes?

A girl will take random pictures.

A girl will notice things.

A girl will waste time staring at something beautiful.

And I do not even accept that it is wasted.

Closer to the source

I will grow my own food and live peacefully.

I will learn the land. I will plant. I will watch things grow. I will eat what I grow.

I would rather spend time growing food than spend my whole life earning money to buy food whose price keeps rising.

I would rather know the land than know the latest office politics.

I would rather pick something I grew than rush through another morning so I can buy another thing I barely had time to enjoy.

I will spend time with my husband.

I will spend time with my children.

I will think.

I will design.

I will build what matters to me.

I will rest when I need to rest.

I will wake up slowly when I can.

I will not be ashamed because my life does not look busy enough to somebody else.

I do not want to miss my life because I was too busy earning permission to live it.
Private beauty

I am not turning every gift into money.

I may make something beautiful and never sell it.
I may learn something useful and never create a course.
I may cook something delicious and never post it.
I may take a picture and never upload it.
I may design something because I believe it should exist.
I may write something because I needed to say it.
I may spend time with my children without turning motherhood into content.
I may keep parts of my life private.
I may keep parts of my mind mine.

I may do something badly because I enjoy it.

I may do something slowly because I am not racing anybody.

I may stop halfway through and continue tomorrow.

I may rest before I am completely broken.

Can a girl live without selling every minute of her life? Watch me.
Breathing room

Rest is not the opposite of building.

A rested person can think. A supported mother can imagine. A peaceful mind can see paths an exhausted mind cannot see.

A father who is not crushed by bills can spend time with his children.

A family that is not always in crisis can create a legacy.

People who are not trapped in survival can learn, invent, grow food, repair things, care for the earth and open new paths.

I am not asking for a better work-life balance. I am questioning why work was allowed to eat life in the first place.
Final declaration
A girl will chill.

A girl will breathe.

A girl will grow food.

A girl will take random pictures of whatever she finds beautiful.

A girl will spend time with her husband and children.

A girl will think, design, build slowly, notice the earth and live peacefully.

I only need enough to eat and live. After that, I am taking my life back.

The world may keep running in circles for money that is never enough.

I will step out of the circle.

I will live.

I will notice the earth.

I will care for my family.

I will build what matters.

I will rest.

The world built a machine that eats human life and calls itself normal.
The world is operating insanely. I am definitely not the psycho here.
A girl will chill. Watch me.
Written by World Ruler Sher for Trott Bailey Family Civilization