Stop Rescheduling Your Happiness

A letter to anyone who forgot they’re the designer of their own life.

There was a time when happiness, for me, looked like people-pleasing.

Performing joy instead of experiencing it.

Curating moments for other people to feel comfortable, fulfilled, or inspired, hoping their approval would trickle back to me as my own satisfaction.

It was fragile. Dependent. Fleeting.

I used to say I was in pursuit of happiness.

But pursuit implies something just beyond your reach. Something out there.

Now, I know better.

I no longer pursue. I design.

Stop Rescheduling Your Happiness

Because the life I want, the balance I crave, the joy I deserve isn’t something I have to chase.

It’s something I have the power to create.

The Shift That Changed Everything

This didn’t come from one big aha moment. It came from years of quiet realizations.

From studying interior design and realizing that the most important space I’ll ever create isn’t one the world walks through. It’s the space I live in within myself.

From loving black and white and learning that it’s not about a lack of color. It’s about starting with a strong base, then curating your own palette.

From seeing how easy it is to postpone joy, waiting until it’s perfect, or when others are ready, or when it’s trending.

And from those moments when life reminded me it’s short. Too short to be creating only for applause. Too short to ignore the inner voice whispering, You were made for more than maintenance.

The World Will Happily Decide For You If You Let It

Let’s be honest. The world we live in is often louder than our intuition.

“Experts” will tell you the color of the year, what’s in, what’s next, what’s best.

But trends are not truth.

And personal design isn’t about keeping up. It’s about tuning in.

Lately, it seems the right to choose, from the clothes we wear to the bodies we inhabit to the way we learn and live, is being debated, edited, filtered.

Someone, somewhere, is already designing the future 100 years in advance for their legacy.

And if we don’t take the time to design even a week of our own lives, who’s really in control?

For too long, I avoided planning. It felt rigid, foreign, exhausting. But now I know design is a muscle. And I’m done playing defense. I’m ready to play offense.

I Am Not Just an Interior Designer. I Am

An Interior Designer

A well-designed life has layers.

It holds your relationship with yourself.

Your creativity and your finances.

Your health and your home.

Your community and your spirituality.

Design isn’t just aesthetic. It’s an act of liberation.

So now, I ask myself often:

Am I designing a life that lends itself to happiness, or am I still waiting for someone else to hand it to me?

Ask Yourself This

If you’re reading this and it stirs something in you, good. Let it.

Let it show you where you’ve been leaving space for someone else to decorate your life.

Let it make you uncomfortable enough to move.

Then ask yourself:

What makes me happy?

And be brave enough to answer honestly.

Be disciplined enough to design around the answer.

You can start small and still see big returns.

Happiness doesn’t need permission. It needs intention.

It spreads from the inside out.

So please, for the sake of your soul:

Stop rescheduling your happiness.

Design it. Make room for it. Protect it.

Because joy is not a reward. It’s a right.

And you, my love, are the architect.

With care and creativity,

Jordene