What If We Just Let Ourselves Be Happy?

Jul 15, 2025

This morning, I scrolled through both of my Facebook pages and my Substack, and all I could think was: Wow. This is boring.

Facebook? An endless feed of ads pitching courses on how to sell your course, or how to sell your art, or how to manipulate some funnel to squeeze out another buck. Substack? People stuck in trauma loops. Or trying to get out of trauma loops. Or realizing, oh no, there might be another trauma loop to dive into. It’s a never-ending carousel of pain, processing, and personal brands.

And I’m over it.

Where are the grown-ass women? Where are the women who have lived some life, who’ve been through some stuff, and are now sitting in the sunshine of their own wisdom? Where are the women sipping coffee and saying, “You know what? Life’s actually pretty damn good right now.”

Where is the good news?

I don’t want to read another rehash of someone’s pain just so I can click "like" and move on. I want to hear someone say, “I feel peaceful today.” I want to hear someone say, “I painted something that surprised me,” or “I had a snack that made me feel like royalty.”

Not because it will get shared. Not because it’s "valuable content."

But because it’s true.

Today, I am happy.

Not because my to-do list is done. It isn’t. The floors still need sweeping. The PDF still needs rewriting. The laundry is still waiting. But I’m not letting any of that be the engine of my life.

Those are wheels. I’ll rotate them when it feels right.

I’m the driver now.

And I realized—I don’t need a sunny day to feel good. I don’t need the perfect post. I don’t need a funnel. I don’t need a strategy. I don’t need to be triggered to write something. I can just... feel good. And say that I feel good.

It’s actually kind of revolutionary.

So that’s what I’m doing. I’m not here to sell you healing. I’m not here to push a breakthrough. I’m just here, living a peaceful, slow, beautiful life—and telling the truth about it.