Wanting More Is Not Selfish

Ciao friend,

There’s something we don’t talk about enough: how much courage it takes to want more.

More peace.
More beauty.
More space to breathe and move and be yourself without apology.
More life that feels like yours — not just a version you were handed and told to be grateful for.

Wanting more doesn't make you ungrateful.
It doesn't mean you're selfish.
It doesn't mean you're asking for too much.

It means you’re awake.
It means you're listening to something real inside you — a knowing that your life is not meant to be a series of small boxes you learn to fit into.

I know how it feels to wrestle with that wanting.
To wonder if it’s silly, or impossible, or reckless to imagine something different for yourself.
To sit in rooms and conversations where it feels safer to stay small than to say out loud:

I want more.
I believe there’s something more meant for me.
And I am willing to go find it.

If you're feeling that tug — that quiet, persistent sense that there’s another life waiting for you — I want you to know it’s not wrong.
It’s not dangerous.
It’s not a betrayal of who you've been or where you come from.

It’s a beginning.

You’re allowed to want more.
You're allowed to outgrow old versions of yourself.
You're allowed to chase a life that fits you better — even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else yet.

Your longing isn't a weakness.
It’s a compass.

Let it lead you.

There’s more for you.
And you’re allowed to go find it.

Love,
Heather