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Live Your Life, Not Theirs

  • Writer: MaryNell Goolsby
    MaryNell Goolsby
  • Oct 17, 2025
  • 2 min read

When we live in fear of what others will think — of our choices, our lifestyle, what we do or don’t do — we quietly hand over the reins of our life. Instead of following the path meant for us, we begin living a version of life that’s designed to make someone else proud, comfortable, or content.


The trouble with that is it disregards our comfort. Sure, there’s a temporary sense of peace in knowing you’re keeping others happy — but it’s a false peace. Because those same people, the ones whose opinions you weigh so heavily, will likely continue to judge, to make you feel smaller, or to remind you that their approval is conditional.


If you pause and pay attention — in your conversations, in your thoughts, even in how you prepare for their presence — you may notice that you’re still seeking their validation. But also notice this: they are not living to please you. They are free, and you are not. You’ve become a prisoner of your own fear.


Don’t let fear steal your joy. Don’t let it silence your spirit.


If the people whose approval you seek truly love you, that love won’t vanish when you make choices that make you happy. Real love celebrates your joy, even when it doesn’t fully understand it.


So take the trip. Choose the partner. Love deeply and without apology. And if others question you — let them. This is your one and only life. Every day is a gift, and the beauty lies in not knowing what each sunrise will bring.


Live boldly. Love freely. Think for yourself.


Because in the end, your greatest regrets won’t come from what you did — they’ll come from what you didn’t do: the places you didn’t go, the people you didn’t love, and the moments you didn’t allow yourself to truly feel alive.


Your joy matters.

Your peace matters.

You matter.


🍯 Honey Note

Fear will always whisper “what if,” but joy will always answer “why not.” Choose the voice that leads you closer to freedom.


With courage in my heart and sunshine in my pocket,

– Honey, in the sweet art of becoming



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