Money is pouring into my life.

Nobody warns you how quiet it is. The month when everything finally works — the invoice clears, the bonus lands, the account holds a figure that would have astonished you two years ago — mostly feels like a Tuesday.

Relief arrives without a soundtrack. People expect wealth to feel loud, and then it turns out to feel like not checking the balance before buying petrol. That quietness is not a disappointment. It is what all the noise was for.