Commanding my destiny

Brethren, it seems I have been missing out on the opportunity to ‘Command my destiny!’ and thus change my life for the better. I concluded this after reading a segment of a WhatsApp forward about commanding my destiny in 2017.
Inwardly, I wept at the lost opportunities in 2016, ’15, ’14 and beyond, when I misguidedly believed that the good Lord was able to steer my ship as He wills. Instead, I should have been standing on a mountaintop somewhere commanding the earth and its fullness thereof to meet my needs.
According to the forward and others just like it, I need to watch the words from my lips because they shape my destiny. Of course, I have always known that but now I am challenged to take it to the next level. I am considering speaking very powerfully into areas of my life that need change.
Perhaps I should begin by laying hands on my purse and loudly declaring that it shall be ever full, like a granary that bursteth forth at the seams. I will exorcise the spirit of poverty forthwith and declare my purse a no-go zone for this dark, demented ghoul named Poverty. If I shut my eyes pretty tight, I can envision a dusty grey shape leaving my purse quietly. Whoo! Can you feel the power!!!!
Next, energised by the radical verbal surgery I have just performed on my finances, I will approach people in my life to do the same for them. For my over-talkative colleagues, I will command forth a spirit of silence upon them. For my gloomy and depressed colleagues, a good hour or so of shouting might compel the spirit of joy to come upon them.
And for my boss, I will proclaim and declare abnormal favour upon myself in her eyes. I will be granted leave beyond my allocated leave days; I will be left out of unnecessary meetings called to treat people’s chronic boredom; I will be spared hours of small talk; she will be the head and I the tail ... oops, have I got it wrong?!
Brethren, allow me to make my way to the nearest mountaintop.