Wool Goddess

We live in a world where “rich” often means tagging yourself in posh restaurants, designer labels, and bank accounts fat enough to not have to check your bank balance before doing the weekly shop. And while there’s nothing inherently wrong with financial abundance, I’ve come to crave a different kind of wealth. The truth is I have never craved money in abundance.

I want to be rich in unconditional love, the kind that stays even when the dishes pile up and your hair does whatever it wants. The love that wraps around you on your worst days and makes you feel seen, safe, and celebrated for just existing.

I want to be rich in laughter, the kind that bubbles up out of nowhere and makes your stomach hurt. The late-night giggles with friends, the accidental snorts, the ridiculous memes that you’ll be referencing for years. I want wealth in inside jokes and shared smirks across the room.

I want to be rich in sunshine, not just the literal kind (though yes please, give me all the golden morning light through my window), but the warmth that comes from joy, from peace, from moments of true contentment. The kind of light that finds its way in, even after long, hard seasons.

I want to be rich in health, not just for me but for those I love. The ability to move freely, breathe deeply, and wake up without pain. I want the kind of health that lets me chase dreams, dance in the kitchen, and hug the people I care about tight and long.

I want to be rich in adventure. Not just globe-trotting (though I’ll never say no to a new passport stamp), but the small adventures too, the unplanned detours, the drives with my best friend laughing about the random shit we find funny, the “what if we just tried it?” moments. I want a life that feels like an open road.

This kind of richness doesn’t show up in net worth statements or fit into a safe. But it shows up in how you feel at the end of the day when the world is quiet and you’re left with yourself.

And if I’m going to chase anything, let it be that.

Love & healing hugs