Am I Allowed to Have This Much Fun?

I have stepped into the makings of a Sacred Self-Help-ish Universe of lighthearted fun and creativity. It began by naming my limiting beliefs, working with them, and creating an entire world where our Sacred Crews of Me, Myself, and I can thrive.

The creative sacred breadcrumbs are all around me and I feel like I could explode. This lights me up in a way I’ve never felt before—or maybe haven’t in a very long time. I feel electric. I feel joyful. I laugh out loud all the time.

And then came the question: “Am I allowed to have this much fun?”

What a loaded question.

Of course, my whole crew chimed in. Because we’re building this universe together, we sat down and had a heart-to-heart. Donnia (Me) held space for the concerns rising up in Myself and I, wanting to hear them out and put their hearts at ease.

I now believe fun is essential to living a life I love. I didn’t always think that. One of my oldest limiting beliefs was that I had to earn fun. I had to earn rest. I had to earn money. I had to earn my keep. All of it tied up in old patterns of seriousness, rigidity, and contraction.

But now—with the help of my cosmic cheerleaders—I’ve created a universe in which we can play, rest, recharge, and evolve together.

I’ve always been a visual storyteller. I told my truth in art and graphics, mostly because my voice had been silenced for being too sensitive, too much—and somehow, not enough. But now I know my path. I trust the sacred breadcrumbs that led me here. Including the infamous shame-eating toast incident, when my Sacred Crew first arrived in full force.

My younger selves—Daisy Girl (Myself) and Stella (I)—carry many more limiting beliefs: abandonment, judgment, criticism, doubt, perfectionism, procrastination, shame, guilt. Each version of me holds a voice, a healing, and a path of integration that requires a little bit of Self-Help...ish.

The greatest gift I’ve given myself—and the whole crew—was a 21-day Self-Help Detox. It changed everything. It opened a portal. It softened the inner battlefield. And now, we show up differently. I listen differently. They step forward with less resistance.

We talked, truly talked, about the fear of fun. Of whether we were allowed to play. To create without proving. To enjoy without earning.

And we decided:

Fun is why we are here.

We are here to create. To create new versions of ourselves every moment. To step through the portal of trust and keep going—even when the voices come up. Because when they do, it just means there’s a little energetic residue from an old story still living in the body.

So we meet it. One piece at a time.

Stella—my ego, my I—will always have opinions. She’ll sound the alarm when something new shows up, because to her, new often means danger. Especially when part of Donnia’s identity is dying. These little ego deaths? Terrifying. Because beyond that portal lies the unknown. And Stella loves the known. She loves what is safe.

But there’s no true security. We can’t predict what’s next. And I help her understand: we don’t need to. What we can do is remind ourselves that we are always divinely guided, connected, protected. We were created by Source, in the frequency and likeness of Source. Pure positive energy.

That comforts her. And the rest of the crew.

We don’t have to get it all done. In fact—we can’t. We are exactly where we are supposed to be. We cannot get it wrong.

There will always be new portals. Detours. Redirects. Existing in an unlimited universe, portals are everywhere. Like in the movie Sliding Doors, one small moment can change everything. One choice. One yes. One breadcrumb.

And that, we’ve decided, is the fun of life.

Not knowing is the adventure we came here for. Every breath. Every action—or inaction. We cannot know what’s coming next. So we choose to let surrender, trust, fun, and play lead the way. Not the limiting beliefs of generations past. Not the wounds that once lived in our minds and bodies.

And so, in answer to the question, “Am I allowed to have this much fun?”—

We say a Holy YES!

We are the only ones we need permission from. And even that is questionable.

We don’t require external validation. When shame or doubt show up, we wave. When fear taps us on the shoulder, we walk arm in arm together—into the sunset of the Sacred Self-Help-ish Universe of our own divine creation.

Much Love,

Donnia, Daisy Girl & Stella

Connect with me if your life could use more fun and sacred play.