I'm the person who replays a Tuesday conversation on Saturday night. So when I read about scheduling your worries, I rolled my eyes — and tried it anyway, because eye rolling wasn't working. The setup Every evening, 19:00, kitchen timer, fifteen minutes. One…
Nobody warns you that the hardest part of a wedding is neither money nor mothers. It's the four hundred micro decisions arriving at once, forever, until you cry over napkin colours at midnight. We hit the wall in month two: I was doing everything, he "didn't…
Hot take after my own three week experiment: I don't actually compare myself to other women. I compare myself to a curated slideshow of thirty strangers' best days, delivered before breakfast. I muted 40 accounts. Not people I dislike — people whose posts…