Slower, Wealthier, Happier

Tuesdays Feel Like Happiness! The moment I wake up on a Tuesday morning, I already know—it’s going to be a good day. Not because something big is happening. Not because I checked a milestone off my list. But because Tuesday is mine. I wake up late, slow, and easy—no rushing, no obligations that feel like…

“You’re moving too fast, sis.” The voice was warm, amused, and slightly knowing. I looked up, slightly flustered, still juggling my phone, my carry-on bag, and the half-empty cup of tea I had grabbed in a rush. I was in the lobby of a gorgeous boutique hotel, fresh off a flight, moving with the urgency…

For most of my life, I lived under the shadow of a single word: selfish. I heard it constantly growing up, always attached to a warning, a lesson, a fear. My mother, without meaning to, planted in me the idea that selfishness was the worst thing a person—especially a Black woman—could be. She would tell…

The Tuesday That Changed My Perspective It was a Tuesday. Not just any Tuesday—Taco Tuesday, one of my favorite little rituals of joy. I was on my way to meet a girlfriend for lunch, soaking up the small but sweet pleasure of a midday outing in my work-live-play community. And then, I saw her. My…

The First Lesson in Rest: My Husband’s Revolution Eighteen years ago, after saying I do, I unknowingly walked into one of the most transformative lessons of my life. It wasn’t about love.It wasn’t about communication.It wasn’t about compromise. It was about rest. When my husband and I first moved in together, I was in full…

Three years ago, I wrote on my “300 List” that I wanted to learn how to bake bread. At the time, it felt more like a hope than an actual plan. I had no real roadmap to get there, no confidence that I could, and honestly, no reason to believe I’d ever succeed. Because if…

A few weeks ago, my phone rang. It was my bonus dad. His voice was tight with stress as he told me, “My life insurance policy is ending. They’re raising my premium from a hundred and something dollars to nearly $500 a month.” He was 70 years old, living on a fixed income, and now…

When I turned 40, I still felt young—because I was. But something shifted in me that year. I realized that while I had financial dreams, I didn’t have financial plans. For years, I had bought into these traditional money rules—things like: And don’t get me wrong, these things weren’t bad advice. But they were incomplete.…