Well, folks, I survived my first day back at the gym after almost four months. My Apple Watch thought Iād been abducted because it hasnāt seen this kind of activity since May. My body feels crazy good, my soul feels reawakened, but my hammies are already filing for divorce. Short versionāI feel AH-mazing! Iām in …
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You know that place between thriving and unraveling? Where you're not exactly living your best life, but also not crying in the shower with a pint of Cookies n Cream? Welcome to the āMehā Zone. Population: too many of us. It's that foggy in-between where everything is "fine", you guess. The laundryās mostly done, your …
I had every intention of just looking. You know, just a quick stroll through TJ Maxx for āmaybe a new throw pillowā and a sniff of the candle aisle. Nothing serious. Just a little lap for the soul. Fast forward two hours and Iām emerging with a cart full of chaos, an emotional support mug, …
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āA personality exposĆ© wrapped in sass, truth, and a little self-drag. Thereās a myth floating around that people change. That time and therapy and a few overpriced planners from Target can transform you into a brand-new, evolved, emotionally balanced adult. And Iām here to tell youāI bought the planner. I color-coded my trauma. But honeyā¦ …
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Letās be real: if anyone deserves a whole holiday just for existing, itās Americans. Not the ones in stock photos gently flipping burgers in khaki shorts and tucked-in polos (bless them, though). Iām talking about the real, gritty, resilient, beautifully frazzled Americans who make this country tick. You. My husband. Your uncle who works overtime. …
There are days when hope feels like a slippery bar of soap in the shower. You reach for it, but it squirts across the room and hides behind the shampoo bottle. And all you can do is sit thereādripping wet, eyes stinging, unsure if it's even worth trying again. If thatās where you are right …
Well well well, look who made it to Friday. Barely. But we're here. Lip gloss slightly smudged, iced coffee half-melted, and dignityā¦ questionable. But here. And not just any Friday, darlingāitās the last Friday of the month. AKA the āI-swear-next-month-Iām-getting-my-life-togetherā kind of Friday. The āletās pretend this laundry pile is a minimalist floor sculptureā kind …
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A Detox Diary Full of Delusion and Dorito Cravings Let me set the scene: I woke up one morning, bloated from cheese fries and regret, and decided I was going to āeat clean.ā Iād seen the girls on Pinterest with their green smoothies and glow-in-the-dark skin. They looked like they had inner peace, great digestion, …
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ā A Honey Without Flowers Budget-Friendly Confessional They say money canāt buy happiness. But it can buy drugstore dupes that feel like happiness, and thatās close enough. Hereās what really happens when I open my Amazon app for ājust one thingā and find myself elbow-deep in reviews, swatches, and skincare dreams š»The First Lie: āIām …
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Thereās a special kind of audacity that lives deep inside a recovering control freak. Ask me how I know. š Iāve prayed that iconic prayer ā āJesus, take the wheel!ā ā more times than I can count. But if Iām being real honest (and honey, we do real honest around here), what I meant was: …
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Honey without Flowers 