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Opening Notes from Traciana
This diary predates the retooling of Happiness 360. It captures the moment I stopped circling and chose to leap — into words I barely understood, into a vision that felt too bold, too big, too impossible. Looking back, I see that by writing them, I wasn’t just building a platform. I was becoming more myself.
The Diary
I remember sitting with pen in hand, the page almost too clean, the silence almost too loud. And then the words tumbled out:
“I’m so glad that you are here. Who we are, and who we can become, is deeply tied to our connection to one another. I founded this multifaceted wellness platform to unlock hidden potential by:
- Giving a voice to those often unheard
- Cultivating genuine connections within our global community
On behalf of myself and our team of global cultivators, it is an honor to welcome you. We invite you to gather with us, share, and explore our mindful media offerings.
Together, we are everything.”
On paper it looked like a mission. In truth, it felt like a confession. I wasn’t writing to an audience — I was writing to the faces I still carried with me: the woman in tears backstage, the father whispering about burnout, the artisan in a distant market who offered me tea and stories when we shared no common language.
And when I wrote “my team,” there was no team. Just a longing. Just the hope that someday others would show up to help me carry what felt far too heavy for one person.
This wasn’t my first big idea. But it was the first one that remade me. I remember the voices of consultants, industry veterans, even mentors I once admired, telling me it made no sense. Too big. Too messy. Too naïve. They were urging me to start smaller, safer.
But once those words were on the page, I knew I had jumped.
The air was thin. My heart was pounding. It felt like stepping into a free fall.
What I didn’t know then was how far this leap would carry me — suspended on a rooftop in a medieval village, the tiles cool beneath my hands, the moon spilling silver across stone walls. And more than that: I didn’t yet know that in chasing this idea, I would not only create a platform but also become someone I had never fully allowed myself to be.
That story belongs to the next diary.
—Traciana
Traciana Graves
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