Category: Black Women Finding their Happy
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Letting Myself Be Seen While Learning to Be Myself
Letting Myself Be Seen While Learning to Be Myself Happy Monday, beautiful! 💕 I’m learning that knowing what I bring and helping someone else recognize it require different things from me. I can be clear about my experience, my skills, and the care I put into my work. Then comes the conversation where I need…
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Is It Growing, or Is It Swelling?
Happy October, beautiful! 💕 Yesterday, while listening to a church sermon, I heard something that made me stop and take a breath: swelling can look like growth, but swelling comes from injury. I’ve been sitting with that thought ever since. I know what it feels like to look at something expanding and call it good…
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What Do I Want to Give My Life To?
Happy October, beautiful! 💕 I’m writing this at the beginning of the week, while I’m still in the middle of making sense of it. Recently, a door opened that I had not expected to walk through, and it brought two opportunities into view. Both have financial potential. Both would require something of me. And the…
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For the Things I’m Still Waiting to See
Happy October, beautiful! 💕 I’m writing this over the weekend, while the feeling is still here. By the time you read it on Monday, I may feel completely different. But right now, as I sit down to celebrate what I accomplished in the third quarter and welcome a new one, I also feel sad about…
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The Thing I Asked For Finally Arrived and I Am Still Learning to Receive It
Good evening, beautiful, Tonight feels different. It is Friday, one of my favorite days to write to you, and also one of the most emotional Fridays I have had in a very long time. It is currently evening, and for the first time I am writing one of these love letters after the day has…
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This Was Not the Friday I Planned and I Am Learning to Be Okay With That
Hello Beautiful, Over the last two weeks I have cried more tears than I have in the last two years, and if I am honest, I am not always sure what all of those tears were for. Sometimes they came while I was talking. Sometimes they came in silence. Sometimes they came on the drive…
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Permission to Believe This Life Can Be Exactly What You Want
Good morning, beautiful, I want to talk to you about beauty. Not the kind that gets posted or announced. The kind that lives quietly in how you choose to see your life. For a long time, my past was loud. Louder than my present. Louder than my hopes. Louder than what was actually happening right…
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Permission to Try Again Without Calling It Failure
Good morning, beautiful, I want to talk to you about trying again. Not the dramatic kind. Not the comeback story kind. Just the quiet, honest act of giving yourself another chance without making it mean something is wrong with you. This is one of the gentlest gifts I have learned how to give myself. I…
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Permission to Rest Before You’re Exhausted
Good morning, beautiful, I want to be honest with you right away.This letter is for me too. I understand rest now in a way I never used to. I build it into my days. I protect my energy. I say no more often. I pause when I need to. And still, there are moments when…
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Permission to Be Seen Doing It Differently
Good morning, beautiful, I want to talk to you about the kind of courage that does not always get celebrated. The kind that shows up quietly. The kind that looks like choosing yourself even when it means being misunderstood. For a long time, I was afraid of what it would mean to be seen doing…
