Write to get lost in thoughts and to go on journeys that money can’t buy. Write to explore uncharted territories in your soul. Write to recall where you’ve been and to understand where you’re going.
Have you binged or started watching Lena Dunham’s Too Much on Netflix yet? I wasn’t exactly waiting for that one to drop, nor would I consider myself a Lena Dunham fan (I haven’t even watched Girls!). But five episodes in, I found myself unexpectedly…well, moved.
What started as a girly background show turned into something that felt deeper, scratching beneath the surface, shifting from a fluffy rom-com to a quiet, witty take on relationships, intimacy, self-worth, and the little ways we make ourselves smaller to fit in.
I remember a time when self-care was personal and simple, like listening to your favorite song on repeat, getting lost in a book, taking a stroll around your neighborhood, or calling a friend who always knows just what to say. It was a quiet, unassuming kind of thing—something you did for yourself, by yourself, without feeling the need to broadcast it to the world. It’s these small, intimate acts that fill your cup, not because they’re trendy, but because they’re true to who you are.
There's something about a slice of vanilla confetti cake that feels like a secret from childhood. You take that first bite, and there’s that little burst of sweetness and nostalgia—like a reunion with your younger self, the one who believed sprinkles made everything better.
Perhaps you've recently graduated and haven't found the right job yet. Maybe you're finding it hard to get your career back on track after taking a break to raise your children. Perhaps you're stuck doing a job you don't like to make ends meet. Maybe you'd hoped that by now you'd be: running a successful business, married, financially independent, having kids…, etc.
