February 3, 2026

What subtle things do you allow to come between you and your own happiness?

This is a question worth some mindful exploration.

It’s taken many forms for me over the years.

I can’t relax until the dishes are done.
Until the trash is out.
Until the house is less messy and dinner is made.
Until everyone else is taken care of.

I can’t be happy until I’m a success.
Until I’ve done my personal growth correctly.
Until I’ve wrung every last drop of wisdom out of life’s current lesson.

I can’t be happy until my child has the right supports.
Until they feel better.
Until my upcoming trip.
Until I live out my ideals around movement, food, productivity, service…
Until I’ve poured myself into loving the world enough.

Some of the things we put between ourselves and happiness are—if we’re honest—ridiculous.
Others feel justifiable. Even righteous.

And yet, when you really sit with this question, something meaningful can emerge.

It’s not that we actually want life to be neat, resolved, or finally “okay enough.”
Nope.