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The Soft Life Isn’t a Trend — It’s a Legacy
Redefining luxury, rest, and generational joy
Watching your grandmother dance barefoot in the sand shifts something in you.
You realize: this isn’t just a vacation. This is inheritance.
Not the kind you cash.
The kind you carry.
I just got back from Aruba. A Mother’s Day trip with five generations of women — my mom, my aunts, my godmother turning 66, my grandmother still radiating, and my best friend by my side. We all gathered under the sun like a living altar to Black womanhood — each of us shaped by the one before, each of us passing something down without even realizing it.
But here’s what hit me most:
This soft life I’m creating?
It didn’t start with me.
It started with the aunties who took trips before Instagram knew what to do with a beach photo.
With my grandmother, who wore gold jewelry to the grocery store and never let joy be rationed.
With my mom, who gave me permission to rest and raise hell when necessary.
So no — I’m not building this life from scratch.
I’m just remembering what they already knew: that softness is a survival skill too.
