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Everyone is talking about practicing self-care these days—taking baths, reading books, practicing meditation, and all the other lovely ways to take care of yourself. It’s hard to...
I love how quiet my house is at certain times of the day. No one needs anything; the rooms are still and peaceful. I try to capitalize on these moments whenever possible, even if they’re hardly any time at all....
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Editor’s Note: Given that our theme this month is all about cultivating self-compassion, we’re bringing this 2019 piece, written by Megan McCarty, back into the light. After all, our tendency to compare ourselves...
Well, the holidays are long gone. For our 2020 celebrations, we managed to find a way to wrap in family traditions (my family made our annual yule log—and mine was a spectacular failure) and create some new ones. Yes,...
It was another Thursday. And I was getting weighed by a nurse with a saccharine tongue, while simultaneously looking above the number on the scale, hoping I was giving off an “I’m totally cool with my weight” vibe fighting...
Photo by Stephanie Sunberg for Maria Stanley
Your mind does interesting math as you get older. I get persistent nausea thinking about how fast the past twenty years flew by. Months before my 40th birthday last year, I kept doing the calculation: If the...
I used to see the feeling of being frazzled, of impulsivity, of always needing to be doing more, as an inherent part of my personality. It was something I almost thought I should be proud of. It was...
Photo by Suruchi Avasthi
“Feel your feelings” is advice that feels like non-advice. Like, no shit, Sherlock. We’re all built to feel feelings, just as we breathe and digest food and pump blood through our veins without so much as...
When I discover myself, I am a waterfall. Like a waterfall, a hallowed gush, I feel sound in my bones and toes. When I’m full, I am that hum, a chord struck inside the heart of a bowl, continuing...
Right before Christmas, I found myself on the floor of my office, staring at the ceiling. This cycle of work, burnout, work, burnout has ruled my life for close to a decade. I felt numb. Exhausted to the...
