💋 Chapter 8: What the Hell Do I Even Like?

(Joy, Hobbies, and Saying Yes to Silly Things Again) Letting yourself play again — no monetizing required.

Rant

If someone asked you, “What do you do for fun?” — would you stare at them like they just slapped your grandma?

Yeah. Same.

Somewhere between hustle culture, motherhood, trauma, mental load, and being everyone's emotional landing pad, we lost the plot. And by “plot,” I mean our actual identity. What lights us up. What we enjoy. What makes us feel like us — before life made us feel like machines or martyrs.

I hit this wall hard. I realized I didn’t even know what I liked anymore — not really. I was so used to operating in survival mode, hustling to take care of everyone else, that I forgot how to ask myself, “What do I want?” I had lived DECADES like that. And one day, the numbness creeped in and whispered, “You don’t even know who you are.”

Reconnecting with joy isn’t always cute or Instagrammable. Sometimes it means crying in the kitchen while blasting punk rock. Or writing spicy stories in your Notes app. Or letting your inner teen finally f*cking dance, cry, create, or just exist without needing to earn her right to breathe.

Let’s Talk

Not everyone deserves access to your energy. Let that land. The people who drain you, guilt-trip you, or ignore your needs? That’s not love—it’s emotional theft. This chapter gets brutally honest about your inner circle: who’s safe, who’s a soul suck, and who you’ve outgrown. Boundary-setting isn’t rude—it’s sacred.