“If You Want a Different Life, You Gotta Move Your Ass”
aka: No, I’m Not Just ‘Lucky.’ I Chose This.

—Mama Tiff

Let me break it down for the people in the back:

If you don’t like the life you’re living and keep doing the same crap, you’re going to wake up five years from now still scrolling, still complaining, still wondering how everyone else got the life you secretly want.

Spoiler:
They didn’t get lucky.
They made a decision. Then they moved.

I had a conversation with my husband Jack—real simple, real serious. I said, “This is what I want my life to look like.” And then we fucking built it.

Not overnight. Not with fairy dust.
With decisions. Boundaries. Late nights. Nervous system regulation. Ugly cries. Big leaps. Real work.

And if you think it came easy, think again.
I had to walk out of a dead-end marriage so I could finally walk into a good one.
I had to leave an oppressive religion just to remember what it feels like to be free.
I had to show up publicly—even when I was shaking—so I could run a business with my man. I had to say, “I’m a healer. A channel. A coach. An intuitive.”

And yes, people could’ve called me crazy. Who cares? I did it anyway.

Because I wasn’t going to sit in a life that didn’t fit me anymore just because other people were comfortable with me playing small.

You want a different life? Then get uncomfortable. Speak the truth. Take the step. Do it afraid, if you have to.

Because if you don’t—you’ll stay in the trap. Living what they want for you. Telling yourself stories like:

• “They’re just lucky.”

• “That must be nice.”

• “Some people just have it easy.”

Babe, please. I’ve been through fire. And I’m standing in my life today not because I was lucky—but because I chose it, claimed it, and moved.

Sassy, serious, sexy truth:
Don’t just dream it. Choose it. Move it. Live it.

THE QUEEN’S PATH