Here's the thing: I didn't only study this. I lived it.
For years I taught the science of happiness, including just over two years as an online teaching assistant for UC Berkeley's The Science of Happiness. Then a quiet restlessness set in, a question I couldn't answer from my desk, so I pulled a Pippi Longstocking on my own life: I traded a settled life for a one-way ticket that turned into a four-year sabbatical.
I lived in Paris for a while, wandered through Spain and Italy, watched the stars from the other side of the world in New Zealand, fell for the California coast and finally made a home in Portugal for almost a year, where I reinvented my life on my own terms.
The answer, it turned out, had been waiting on the open road all along, and it was beautifully simple: you're allowed to live a life that feels like yours.
That's the work now. I happen to be a happiness psychologist who spent years teaching all of this at Radboud University. The science of awe and wonder, self-compassion, what it really means to flourish. But everything I share with you, I lived first.
Soon I'll be living this from Italy, following a long-held dream of a life closer to the rhythm I've always craved. Wherever I roam, the work stays exactly the same: helping women remember the wide-open future that's still, and always, theirs.
So here is what I wish for you, with my whole heart: that you come home to yourself, and then go live the most beautiful, unapologetic version of your life. Because the world gets more beautiful every single time a woman dares to shine.