The Older I Get, The More Happiness Matters as a Black Woman

The awakening I've always wanted to share. 

As I’m getting older, I’m realizing my happiness matters more now than it ever did in my twenties. The things that used to shake me or break me back then don’t hold the same power anymore.

Life taught me how to work hard, hustle harder, not break, and how to keep moving even while feeling broken.

Now that I’m in my almost mid- fifties, I’m in a different kind of creative space. I’m learning to define what happiness looks like for me. And not what’s approved, expected, or praised by other people. These days, happiness feels more like having fun with my family, laughter, personal moments alone, and living life at a pace that feels good to my mind, body, and soul. #realtalk

So, at this stage in my life, my happiness is a non-negotiable priority. And the truth is, there’s no one way to do it. What fills me up might not do a thing for you, and that’s the beauty of it. This is just your gentle reminder to find your own door to happiness and walk through it when you’re ready.

Until next time, here's to living life beyond existing,
Age happily, my friend.
xo, Tangie Bell