Good morning, sunshine
Yesterday, a client asked me: “How are you so optimistic right now?”
At the time, I didn’t have an answer. But this morning, I had a realization that I hope brings you a little hope.
I’ve had my share of resets.
Switching careers.
Falling in love. Falling out of it.
Starting businesses that soared. And some that crashed.
Losing friends I thought were forever.
Facing a cancer scare that stopped me cold.
Landing a dream job, only to find it was a nightmare.
Living through a global pandemic. (We all did that one.)
Self-publishing a book and having it resonate with my community.
Moving cities. Making new friends. Finding my way back to old ones.
Getting screwed over by my publisher.
And finally, quitting that toxic “dream” job to become an artist and an entrepreneur.
So why am I optimistic?
Because I learned to surrender.
There are things I can control.
And there are things that will do what they want, regardless of me.
I’ve got limited energy, limited time, and a big heart. So I pour it into what matters: my mission. my people. my art.
I let myself grieve the losses.
But I don’t camp out in fear or worry—because when I do, I forget the beauty, the joy, the quiet magic.
My ancestors were enslaved.
I’m part of the first generation in my bloodline born with the right to vote.
I’m continually reminded that this country wasn’t designed for my success.
And still, I persist.
Optimism isn’t blind faith.
It’s a choice to keep looking for the light—because the world always has shadows.
But you, my friend, can always bring the sunshine.
