The Kind of Wealth We Forget to Name

True richness is time to be creative for the simple sake of creating.

It’s friends that feel like family, and family that reminds you you’re never alone.

It's feeling at home in nature.

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It’s rest that doesn’t need to be earned.

It's failing, learning, trying again, doing it differently next time.

It’s knowing you don’t have to carry everything alone.

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It’s laughter echoing in a kitchen that never stays spotless for long, and a table where there’s always room for one more.

It’s being outside enough to remember you’re not the center of everything — and feeling the sweet relief in that.

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It’s work that feels true to you, even if it never fills your bank account the way other things might.

It’s the art you hang without overthinking it, and the words you write just to get them out.

It’s being playful for no reason, and letting joy show up however loud or quiet it wants to.

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It’s loving people as they are, and letting them love you as you are.

It’s embracing each other’s quirks, laughing at the chaos, and feeling completely at home just being yourselves.

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It’s not getting lost in fairytales or potential, but facing reality as it is and choosing to show up for it anyway.

It’s staying soft enough to feel, even when the world keeps telling you to toughen up.

It's having your own back — not out of bitterness because others let you down, but out of kindness and loyalty to who you really are.

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It’s seeing death as a reminder to live fully, not with panic but with presence. To let time matter without letting it rush you.

It's knowing next birthdays are never guaranteed, and every ordinary day is a chance to gather, dance, light candles, pour wine.

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It’s knowing that grief, loss, doubt, and stress are part of this too, and they don’t make you weak.

It’s letting yourself feel cracked open when life hurts without needing to fix or justify it.

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It’s allowing the mess and chaos and unfinished parts. Trusting that not everything has to be turned into something pretty. Some things can just be heavy, confusing, real.

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It’s remembering we’re wired for connection, that wanting closeness doesn’t make you needy, just human.

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And through it all, it’s noticing the small, good moments and letting them be enough. It’s looking around and, even on an unexciting day, feeling thankful to be here. Still here. Still in it.

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PS. While writing this, I realize it might sound a bit corny. But I hope it’s clear that this isn’t about being airy-fairy all day or forcing yourself to love everything. It’s also not a rejection of money or success — those kinds of richness are valuable too.

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Still, in a world that’s always chasing more, it’s important to pause and recognize how much richness — or abundance, if you will — already surrounds us.

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If any of this gives you a moment to breathe or brings a small smile, then that’s more than enough :)