It started with a conversation over brunch, as all good things do. A friend asked me, “What makes you feel good?” It wasn’t one of those casual questions we toss around in passing; it was intimate, almost like a secret waiting to be uncovered. I sat there, stirring my cappuccino, trying to think beyond the obvious. Sure, luxury handbags, cashmere throws, and a well-aged bottle of champagne bring joy, but what really made me feel good? What I didn’t expect, though, was how this question would spark something much deeper—a journey toward self-discovery, one that would eventually lead me to the pages of my Crowned Journal.
When I started journaling, it wasn’t with some grand plan. It was about organizing thoughts, reflecting, and feeling more present. But soon, I realized it was becoming much more than that. It was a ritual, a time just for me—a luxury, not in the sense of materialism, but in the sense of care and attention. That’s when I stumbled upon the beauty of self-discovery journal prompts for women, an indulgence in time and thought, a way to go inward and ask the questions we’re often too busy to consider.
What did I discover? That I needed luxury, but more importantly, that I deserved it. And not just the luxury you can wear or display on a shelf. I needed the kind of luxury that feeds your soul—the slow mornings, the hand-written reflections, the quiet moments where you remind yourself who you really are. That’s what my journaling practice became for me—an intimate exploration of what it means to not just live, but live luxuriously.
There’s something magical about the right journal, and the Crowned Journal is exactly that. Its weight in my hands, the way the pages glide under my pen, it makes me feel like I’m investing in myself. With each prompt, I peel back a new layer, revealing truths I hadn’t allowed myself to confront before. "What do you need today?" "What are you afraid to admit?" "Where do you feel most alive?" These self-discovery prompts are more than just questions—they are invitations to get intimate with my thoughts, to unravel the narratives that have shaped me.
Recently, I’ve been pondering the idea of how we show up in the world. It’s easy to glide through life, ticking off boxes, playing the roles we’ve been assigned or chosen, but how often do we ask ourselves why we do what we do? Journaling has helped me pause, recalibrate, and show up with intention. I’m no longer just moving through my days—I’m owning them. And I’ve learned that when I go inside myself, I discover the woman I am meant to be.
Every morning, I pour myself a cup of tea—always gourmet, because even in the smallest rituals, I deserve the best—and I open my Crowned Journal. There’s something about this journal, its luxurious gold-edged pages, the subtle weight of its cover—it makes me feel like I’m holding something sacred. And, in a way, I am. This is the place where I meet myself, where I ask the big questions and allow the answers to emerge.
Today’s journaling session felt a little different. Maybe it was the fact that I had just finished baking the most divine croissant from scratch. Yes, I’ve become that woman—the one who makes gourmet pastries on a Sunday morning and enjoys every bite like it’s the finest delicacy from a Parisian café. The flakiness, the buttery layers, the golden perfection... it was all there. Still, I’m debating whether or not to share the recipe, because some luxuries are best kept sacred. But I digress.
As I wrote in my Crowned Journal today, I reflected on how baking that croissant felt so similar to journaling. Both require patience, a little finesse, and the willingness to engage in a process. The dough didn’t become perfect after the first fold, just like we don’t become our best selves after one self-reflection. It takes time, effort, and, yes, luxury. Not the kind you buy, but the kind you cultivate within.
What makes today special, though, isn’t just the croissant. It’s the realization that this process of going inside myself, of journaling every day, has allowed me to grow in ways I never anticipated. I show up differently now—not just in my work, or in my relationships, but in the quiet moments with myself. I carry a sense of calm, of purpose, of knowing that I am worthy of the luxury I give myself.
Keeping up a journaling routine when life is busy—when you’re juggling meetings, managing businesses, and trying to maintain some semblance of a social life—can feel impossible. But that’s when I realized it’s especially during those times when journaling becomes a necessity. This time is special to me because it’s time that is only mine. It’s not about productivity, it’s not about goals—it’s about being with myself, about checking in and making sure I’m still aligned with the woman I’m becoming.
I’ve learned that journaling isn’t just about writing down what happened in your day or listing things to be grateful for. It’s about engaging in an intimate conversation with yourself, where no one is listening but you. It’s about holding space for your fears, your desires, and your dreams. And when you do it with something as beautiful as the Crowned Journal, it feels like an act of self-love.
As I finish writing in my journal today, I realize that what makes this process so luxurious is the attention I give to myself. It’s the commitment to show up, to listen, to ask the hard questions. It’s knowing that I deserve the time I carve out for this practice. I deserve the beautiful journal, the gourmet tea, the quiet moments of reflection. I deserve all of it.
So, what makes me feel good? It’s the luxury of going inward, of exploring who I am and who I want to become. It’s the daily ritual of journaling, where I get to fall in love with myself a little more every day. And that, more than anything, is the greatest luxury of all.