The Vision

ChatGPT and I unfolded our hearts together and this is what we created

One Year Vision

It’s December 2025, and the soft light of a winter morning filters into my bedroom as I wake up, stretch, and pull on my messy jeans and jumper. The air is crisp as I make a cup of peppermint tea, the steam curling up as I savour a quiet moment of gratitude and then head downstairs to paint. This is my rhythm now, and it feels deeply grounding. My eyes are completely healed now.

I go into my home office, now transformed into a creative sanctuary. The space is alive with the colours of paint, and my favourite music hums softly in the background. The week’s painting sits on the easel, almost complete, its colours vibrant and full of meaning. I dance and sing along to the music as I add the final strokes, stepping back to admire my work. Four completed paintings are ready for next week’s shop opening, and my photographer will arrive later to capture them. The poem that accompanies each is waiting to be carefully packed into the box when the painting is collected to be delivered to its new owner. Each one feels like a piece of my soul, shared with the world. They will sell within a couple of hours of the shop opening, they always do.

I’ve been able to focus on creating, grounding, and writing, donating all proceeds from my paintings to Big Change this year. A percentage of all sales from my other income streams also go to other organisations creating change. I am embodying the Dragon Queen, my desire to end the suffering of children charges me with fierceness and love. It feels deeply satisfying to contribute to causes I care about while following my heart and being in service to creativity.

As I’m painting, Bea waves goodbye on her way to college. I grab my sketchbook and sit down at my desk, sketching out ideas for my next card deck. The time flows effortlessly, and later in the morning, I take the dog for a walk with Matt through the woods. The air is sharp, the trees bare, but the pace is leisurely, a space for connection and reflection.

I head to the gym for a swim, the water enveloping me, washing away the week’s noise. Afterward, I change into soft, beautiful clothes, brush my hair, and apply a touch of makeup. I feel refreshed, composed, and ready for the afternoon.

At my local hotel bar, my favourite spot, I savour a light lunch while working on my latest Substack post. This week’s piece, titled Awakening, weaves my reflections on this word with a heartfelt journaling prompt. My Substack has grown to 25,000 subscribers, a community of women who eagerly await my writing. I feel their presence as I write, their comments and responses forming a gentle dialogue that keeps me inspired. I opened up my membership, The Unfolding, on the Spring Equinox and over a thousand women joined from the waitlist that had been building for the past few months. Each bought my card deck and has begun their own journey of unfolding her heart alongside me. The number has grown steadily to over 10,000 now: dragon queens who have the courage to plunge the depths of their hearts to fuel their fire.

The drive to pick up Bea from the train station after college is quiet and peaceful, a moment of connection as we chat about her day. Back home, I slip into my home office again to update my website and respond to my Substack comments. I see the momentum building—readers are sharing my posts, the membership continues to grow, the waitlist for prints is getting longer, and my paintings sell out almost as soon as the shop opens each month. After dinner I call Tilly and message Ned, checking in on their days. My house has been decluttered and redecorated and it is a beautiful sanctuary.

As the day winds down, I head out for dinner with a friend and before I go to bed, I take time to reflect on how far I’ve come in just a year. I feel calm, I have taken time to heal my own heart, and aligned with my purpose. The momentum I’ve built in 2025 feels like the perfect foundation for the years ahead.

Five Year Vision

It’s November 2029, and my life feels like a beautiful reflection of all I’ve dreamed and worked towards. The morning light filters through the windows of my studio in the converted cowshed, now a space that feels like an extension of my heart. I slip into my painting clothes, make a cup of peppermint tea, and head to the easel. This week’s painting flows effortlessly—bold, vibrant, and deeply alive. Painting has become my ritual, my joy, and I create at least one piece every week, unless I’m travelling.

The four paintings I’ve just completed are being prepared for an auction next week. Each will sell for over £5,000, with all proceeds going to Big Change. This year alone, I’ve donated over £200,000 through the sale of my originals, a contribution that fills me with pride and purpose. As I step back from the easel, I feel the quiet satisfaction of knowing my art is reaching others in meaningful ways.

After painting, I take a leisurely walk with Matt through the woods, the cool November air invigorating and fresh. The dog runs ahead, chasing leaves, while we chat about plans for the winter – he’s taking the kids skiing for a week next month and they are all so excited about it. I will have solitude at home for a week. I feel the grounded rhythm of my life, a balance of creativity, connection, and freedom.

Later in the day, I sit at my desk to write for Unfolding Her Heart. My Substack has grown to one million readers, and 25,000 women from all around the world have joined The Unfolding membership, unfolding their hearts alongside me every week, creating a beautiful, thriving community. This has happened magically through serendipity, following my spiritual guides and events I could not possibly have imagined. Writing here feels like a conversation with the world, a space where I can share my heart and inspire others to unfold theirs. As we unfold, we unlock our fire and my members are speaking out, breathing fire about causes they care passionately about. They are changing the world. My latest post, Courage, has sparked thousands of responses, and my community manager is handling comments while I focus on creating.

The excitement of the day comes from the recent release of Unfolding Her Heart: Volume 1, my first coffee table book. It launched as a bestseller and has already inspired so many women. The book contains my paintings, my writing, journaling prompts, and QR codes linking to HeartHealing exercises. My publisher has commissioned four more volumes, and I’m already dreaming up what Volume 2 will hold. I’m so full of gratitude that I get to do this.

This year, my revenues surpassed £3 million, and it all feels so simple, easy and aligned. £2 million of this has been donated to organisations that are ending the suffering of children. I have a philantrophy advisor that supports me in this, and every week I meet the most inspirational leaders who are creating change in the world and record their stories for my podcast. Every aspect of my business flows naturally: Substack, my podcast, card decks, art, and books. The support of my PR manager has opened doors I never imagined, from awards ceremonies to speaking events.

My life includes regular retreats, four each year with others, four in solitude, in some of the most inspiring places in the world. The people I’ve met have not only enriched my writing but also my understanding of what’s possible when you live fully in alignment with your heart.

Back at home, I feel a sense of accomplishment and ease. The mortgages on our properties are paid off, and we’ve set aside funds for each of the children’s first apartments. Matt and I have repaired the roof, redecorated the house, and transformed the cowshed into my dream studio. My finances are expertly managed, giving me the freedom to focus entirely on creation.

As the day winds down, I look out at the trees from my studio window, reflecting on how far I’ve come. I feel peaceful, inspired, and utterly aligned with my purpose. My heart is full, and I know the best is still unfolding.

Ten Year Vision

It’s 2034, I’m now 62 and the life I’ve created feels like a masterpiece—a reflection of all the years I’ve spent following my heart and trusting its unfolding. The morning light streams into my studio, now a haven of beauty and tranquillity. I slip into my painting clothes, brew my peppermint tea, and take a quiet moment to soak in the peace of this life I’ve built. I do a short meditation of gratitude.

My easel holds a piece that feels alive with energy. I still paint every week, even after all these years, because it’s what my heart loves most. Painting has become not just a practice but a part of who I am. The original I’m working on will be auctioned later this year, and like the others, it will sell for over £10,000. Every penny will go to Big Change. This year alone, I’ve donated over £400,000 to the charity, and the impact of this contribution fills me with joy.

After my painting session, I go for my usual walk with Matt. Life feels calm and spacious, with the rhythms of the seasons guiding my days.

Later in the morning, I settle into my beautiful office, preparing to write for Unfolding Her Heart. Ten million women now read my Substack, and one million are paid subscribers, joining me on a journey of self-discovery, creativity, and healing. Twice a week, I lead sessions for my members, offering prompts and hearthealing exercises to inspire them to connect with their deepest truths. When I travel, Sam steps in to guide the sessions, continuing the work with the same care and intention.

Writing has become a cornerstone of my life, and Unfolding Her Heart: Volume 5 has just been released. Like the previous volumes, it weaves together my paintings, writing, journaling prompts, and QR codes leading to HeartHealing exercises. Each new release ignites a surge of interest in earlier volumes, with royalties providing a steady and abundant income. This series is no longer just a project; it’s a legacy that will outlast me, touching the lives of women across the globe.

Afternoons bring a different kind of joy. Today, I prepare for an upcoming speaking event, where I’ll share my journey with a younger generation of women, inspiring them to follow their hearts and heal the blocks that hold them back. Speaking on stage has become an unexpected delight—a chance to connect, uplift, and spark transformation in others.

My financial life is abundant, yet graceful. This year, I’ve earned £132 million with ease, and every aspect of my wealth is handled with care by a trusted finance manager. We’ve achieved every financial goal we once dreamed of: paying off our properties, buying apartments for our children, paying off their student loans and creating a secure future for our family. We have created a foundation to support organisations working to end the suffering of children and have donated £131 million this past year. This will be our true legacy. Our homes are filled with warmth and love, and weekends often bring the children back for long, joyful visits.

Matt and I are planning a three-month stay at our house in Europe. The sunshine and slower pace call to us, and I’ll continue leading journaling sessions remotely for my subscribers while Sam steps in for the weeks I take a complete break. The freedom to live and create wherever I feel most inspired has been the greatest gift of this life I’ve built.

As the evening sets in, I reflect on the legacy I’ve created. My art has healed me, and through it, I’ve been able to touch and heal others. My books, my words, and my paintings now live in homes around the world. I feel peaceful, inspired, and endlessly grateful. The life I’ve created is more than I ever dreamed, and yet it feels so right—like the natural unfolding of a heart that dared to trust itself.

Or something better.