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I Can’t Live at a Spa.
So I Did This Instead.

Sometimes I fantasize about being on a retreat. Somewhere beautiful and peaceful, with tasty and healthy food appearing at regular intervals, a loose schedule of yoga classes and meditations, and absolutely no obligations or anybody wanting anything from me. I just float through the day and feel taken care of. The One Time It Was Actually Real I’ve only been on one actual retreat in my life. A one-week yoga retreat in Spain in a gorgeous village house, with daily

Blog post about How I Finally Kept a Daily Routine (And Why It Only Takes 10 Minutes)
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How I Finally Kept a Daily Routine (And Why It Only Takes 10 Minutes)

Why I Could Never Stick to a Daily Check-In (Until I Did This) I’m obsessed with planning. Weekly planning, monthly planning, yearly planning, daily planning. You name it — I’m doing it. Why? Because I love a good framework. Planning gives me structure. It calms that part of me that wants to live in control. At least on paper, I have it figured out. And yet I never kept up a daily morning and evening check-in. Until recently. Because I

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I Wish I Was a Duchess: What Your Mom Escape Fantasy Is Really Telling You

I Secretly Want a Nanny (And You Probably Do Too) Sometimes I wish I was a Duchess. Not just because of the wealth, beautiful mansions, the many servants that make life easier. Or — if you believe Bridgerton — the devoted, hunky, sexy aristocratic husband. But because I’d have nannies and could see my children when I wanted to see them but wouldn’t have to do the actual care-work. No teeth brushing fights, no bath time tantrums, food negotiations, or

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How to Train Your Mind to Take in the Good
— The HEAL Method That Rewires Your Brain

Why Your Brain Always Finds What’s Wrong — And How to Train It to Notice the Good I naturally lean toward grumpiness, anxiety, tension, and negativity. I walk into a perfectly nice restaurant and within about thirty seconds I’ve clocked the picture hanging slightly crooked on the wall, the waiter’s greeting that felt a little flat, and the acoustics that are just a bit too loud. Everything is fine. And yet. That’s just how my brain works. It finds the