“Have you ever made up a story?” Joe glanced around the playroom/conference room. He flashed back to his kindergarten days and laughed. “I sure used to. Plenty of them.” “Your life works the same way,” she said. “You just make it up. Being broke and being rich are both decisions. You make them up, right up here.” She tapped her finger to her temple. “Everything else is just how it plays out.”
