Today’s Permission Slip → You’re allowed to fully live

Hi Beautiful,

Isn’t it wild how grief can clear the fog?

One minute, you’re juggling calendars, to-do lists, unread texts, and five different versions of “what’s for dinner.”

And then… something shifts. A song plays. A scent lingers. A phone call comes. Or someone leaves this world before you’re ready. And in that instant, everything slows.

Suddenly, the dishes don’t matter. The unread emails can wait. You sit still in a moment that stretches out wider than time. And you begin to ask the questions you didn’t even know you were avoiding:

Am I living in a way I’d be proud of?
Would the people I love feel the depth of it if I left tomorrow?
Am I creating memories that will outlast the mess?

These are not small questions. They demand courage. They demand presence. And they demand that we stop postponing the parts of life that actually make it worth living.

Because no one’s legacy is built from perfect inboxes or Pinterest-worthy homes. 

It’s built from laughter echoing down the hallway. From the handwritten note tucked in a lunchbox. From the forgiveness you offered without being asked. From showing up for the people you love even when you had every reason to hide.

The truth is, death has a way of exposing what truly matters. But this week isn’t about death. It’s about what death can never take from you:

The love you’ve given.
The lives you’ve touched.
The version of you that chose tenderness when the world expected hardness.

This is your invitation to stop rushing past your own life.
To stop waiting for the wake-up call.
To start living like it all means something because it does.

This isn’t about being impressive.

It’s about being felt.