I decided to change!

Picture this: I grew up in a backwater village, surrounded by people whose biggest financial ambition was scraping together enough cash for their next bottle of cheap booze. Talk about a breeding ground for poverty mentality.

But to hell with that noise. I decided to flip the script on my dead-end destiny. With barely a thousand euros to my name – probably more than the combined net worth of my entire village – I said “sayonara” to that dump and launched myself abroad.

Fast forward through a montage of blood, sweat, and probably a few tears I’d never admit to: Your girl’s now strutting around with a master’s degree, teaching finance like a boss. I’ve got more investments than my old neighbors have teeth, and I’ve cranked out seven darn books on how to stop being broke.

Now, I’m on a mission to drag other women kicking and screaming out of financial illiteracy. Because let’s face it, ladies – if I could claw my way up from Poorville, population: Everyone, then you’ve got no excuse.

So, are you ready to get rich, or are you too busy making excuses? Time to put on your big girl pants and join the wealth party. Let’s do this!