Letβs be real β I used to wake up like a zombie hitting snooze until my phone developed trust issues. π§βοΈβ° My old “routine” involved chugging cold brew while doomscrolling, then panic-getting-ready in…
Read moreLook, Iβll admit it: last Tuesday, I cried in the Trader Joeβs frozen aisle. Between my toddler throwing organic cauliflower rice at strangers and my boss Slack-bombing me about a βquickβ 10 PM…
Read moreOkay ladies, let’s get real β nothing makes you feel more alive than arriving alone in a foreign train station with Google Maps glitching and your inner GPS screaming “ABORT MISSION.” ππΊοΈ Been…
Read moreConfession time: I used to screenshot productivity porn like it was going out of style β¨ Morning routines of CEOs! Color-coded planners! 90-minute workout regimens! Then Iβd crash spectacularly by Wednesday, eating cold…
Read moreOkay babes, let’s get real β ever stared at your trash can after meal prep and felt personally attacked by Mother Earth? π That was me three months ago, drowning in plastic wrap…
Read moreOkay honey, letβs get real β did you wake up today feeling like a soggy teabag thatβs been steeped in existential dread? βοΈπ© Same. Three months ago, I was the human equivalent of…
Read moreOkay girls, letβs spill the tea βοΈβ¨. You know that friend whoβs always posting poolside margaritas in Bali but works a regular 9-to-5? Thatβs me β the queen of loopholes whoβs stayed in…
Read moreOkay, real talk: I used to think “luxury” and “studio apartment” belonged in separate universes. π« Like, how am I supposed to feel like a Pinterest goddess when my “living room” doubles as…
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