SHE WOKE UP GOLDEN
- AURA Curated
- Oct 3
- 2 min read
The morning didn’t shimmer. Not yet.
It was quiet, like always. A soft gray tucked into the corners of her room, as if the walls hadn’t made up their mind about the light. She lay still beneath linen sheets, aware of her breath, aware of her body, aware that something—anything—needed to change.
But not from effort.
Not from force.
She’d tried that before.

She rose slowly, wrapped herself in her robe, and made tea. Jasmine pearl. It felt right. There were three gold earrings in the ceramic dish on her windowsill. One had a slight bend. She chose that one.
And then—without drama, without music swelling—she whispered one word aloud.
“Fortune.”
Not like a wish.
Like a remembering.
And that’s when it began.
Not suddenly, not loudly. But the sound did echo a little longer than expected, curling around her crown like a mist of promise. The room shifted—just enough to be felt, not seen. She lit a candle with no name. Just a wick and warmth and a tiny flicker of yes.
Later, she opened the window. The breeze entered like it had been waiting for her signal.
A stranger smiled at her while she picked up avocados.
A letter arrived with her name in handwriting she hadn’t seen in years.
An old client emailed - unprompted, unpaid - and said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about your words.”
She didn’t post.
She didn’t pitch.
She didn’t try.
She simply wore her frequency.

Each moment was now an echo of that choice. The golden earring. The candle lit without needing to name the flame. The tea steeped like it was a potion. The word whispered with no audience.
By sunset, the light in her room was different.
It bounced off surfaces like everything was just a little more awake.
That night, she sat cross-legged in her chair, pulled a soft journal onto her lap, and wrote only this:
“Fortune isn’t something I attract.
It’s something I am. And today—I remembered.”
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