February marks one year since I made my first loaf of sourdough bread. That loaf cost me about $400 in money, time, accessories, and anxiety. And it turns out, it was worth every penny.

In this episode of The Self-Made Happyaire, I share what sourdough taught me about slowing down, inherited beliefs about productivity, resilience, and my evolving relationship with the frequency of happiness. I talk about my mother’s voice in my head, the anxiety of measuring grams when I “measure with my heart,” and how something that once felt fragile and overwhelming became rhythmic, forgiving, and deeply nourishing.

Happiness, like sourdough, isn’t something you grab off a shelf pre-sliced. It’s something you tend, feed, and trust to rise in its own time.