I LOVE my F$ckin job

I am sitting in the Delta lounge right now, looking out at the runway with a plate of grits, sausage, and cheese in front of me. I swear Delta makes the best grits. I have been waiting for this moment all week. I am on the patio, the sun is hitting just right, and out of nowhere it hit me. I really love my fucking job.

And what makes it even crazier is that this job didn’t even exist when I was growing up. Being a content creator was not something anybody planned for. Nobody was talking about brand deals or YouTube checks or getting paid to live your life on camera. There was no blueprint for this. My parents raised me the way most parents did. Go to college. Get your degree. Find a good job. Be stable. Do things the traditional way.

And I did all of that. I went to college. I stayed in college for seven years. I graduated. I did everything by the book. But even in school, I was traveling. I was always catching a flight. Always finding a way to take a trip. I would only take two or three classes each semester because I refused to give up my life just to follow a workload that didn’t match who I was. I always wanted to enjoy my life for real. Even back then I would tell people that one day I want to get paid to travel. I want to get paid to be me. I want to get paid to live my best life. I wasn’t joking when I said it either. People laughed like it was impossible.

And yet here I am. Sitting in the Delta One lounge. Traveling across the world for Thanksgiving. Getting paid to live the exact life I manifested for myself before I even had the language for it.

This morning already feels like its own little movie. I woke up early. I got dressed. I grabbed my suitcase and dropped Jolie off at boarding. My driver was outside waiting for me like a gentleman. Bags handled. Doors opened. No stress at all. The ride was peaceful. Atlanta was quiet. And I sat there thinking about these next two weeks. Thailand. Malaysia. Beautiful hotels. Good food. Massages. Sunsets. Ocean. Private tours. Drone content. Cute outfits. Soft life on repeat.

Sometimes I have to remind myself that this is still a vacation. I am allowed to relax. I am allowed to put the camera down and enjoy the moment. I never want to feel like I am forcing anything. But the truth is creating content feels natural to me. I enjoy recording. I enjoy sharing. I enjoy telling stories. It is part of my personality. And I also love privacy. I don’t need to show every detail of my life to make a good story. I don’t need to record every single thing to make it real. Some moments belong to me. Privacy is still a luxury.

But in this moment, sitting in the lounge, I feel nothing but gratitude. I really built this. I created a world where my vacations, my stories, my flights, my meals, my views, my outfits, and even my quiet moments turn into income and opportunity. Nothing about this is accidental. Nothing about this is luck. This is intention. This is vision. This is real work wrapped in softness and peace.

There was a time when taking one trip a year felt huge. Now I am hopping on a long haul flight to Asia for Thanksgiving with a smile on my face and not a single worry in my body. I am a grown woman who books her own flights. Pays her own way. Lives her own life. And does it beautifully.

I love my fucking job. I love the way it allows me to live. I love the way it reflects who I truly am. I love that I get to inspire other women to choose peace and independence and luxury on their own terms. I love that I get to do what I always dreamed about even before the dream had a name.

So here’s to Thailand. Here’s to Malaysia. Here’s to beautiful memories. Here’s to good food. Here’s to new content. Here’s to peace. Here’s to the version of me who once said she wanted to get paid just to travel and actually made it her reality.

Here’s to the life I created.

Here’s to the life I love.

Here’s to the job that changed everything.