05/06/2026
This post is so interesting. Remember, life waits for no one. I would encourage you to do the thing today. You are worth it and deserve it.
Something I've never talked about publicly:
Growing up, there was this invisible rule. Nice things were for other people. The good dishes were for company. The expensive lotion stayed in the drawer. You didn't spend money on yourself unless you'd already spent it on everyone else first.
And I carried that into my adult life without even knowing it. I'd walk past things I wanted and feel genuinely virtuous about not getting them. Like deprivation was a personality trait I'd earned.
What it actually cost me wasn't money. It was the slow erosion of believing my comfort mattered. That I was worth the nice version of things. That choosing myself wasn't selfish, it was just... choosing.
I don't know when it shifted. I just know one day I bought the candle and felt guilty and that guilt told me everything I needed to know about what I'd been quietly believing.
What was the "nice thing" you kept saving for later? Drop it below. I genuinely want to know.
