Is It Okay to Be This Happy About Being Wanted?
Is it okay to share this joy without making someone uncomfortable?
Is It Okay to Be This Happy About Being Wanted?
I had a moment today—
a full-body, arms-in-the-air, talking-to-the-walls kind of moment.
I was dancing around my living room, realizing something that’s taken me over 40 years to feel deep in my bones:
I finally built something that people actually want.
Not tolerate.
Not politely applaud.
Not “aww, good for you!” pat-on-the-head energy.
No. Want.
They look for it.
They come back for it.
They tell me they wake up with their coffee and wonder what I’ve posted.
And I can’t lie—
it undid me in the best way.
For years—decades—I’ve been creating. Painting. Writing. Pouring things out of my soul and into the world and whispering, “I hope you like it.” That was the posture. The pattern. The quiet ache.
But now?
Now I say, “Here it is.”
And you say, “I’m so glad.”
And that simple exchange has altered me.
I’ve run an art business online since 2013. And while I had lovely customers and meaningful sales, it never quite carried me. It was beautiful—but it was sporadic. Unpredictable. It often felt like I was shouting into the wind.
But here on Substack, something’s shifted.
It’s not just that I’m making sales.
It’s that I feel received.
By readers.
By strangers-turned-sisters.
By people who don’t need to be convinced—because they already feel the hum of truth in what I’m offering.
And maybe I’m still learning how to hold all that.
Because I find myself asking:
Is it okay to be this happy about being wanted?
Is it okay to share this joy without making someone uncomfortable?
Is it okay to say—without apology—I’m doing something that’s finally working. And it feels like God’s hand is all over it.
I think the answer is yes.
Yes, it’s okay to be this happy.
Yes, it’s okay to let people see you in your moment of becoming.
Yes, it’s okay to celebrate when you’ve finally stepped into a version of yourself that doesn’t shrink or explain or wait for permission.
So here I am.
Not pushing.
Not proving.
Just standing still for a moment, smiling, whispering thank you.
Thank you for reading.
Thank you for wanting what I make.
Thank you for being the mirror that reflects back to me: You were never too much. You were just early.
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