We’re doing a series of product reviews here on Wit & Delight where I offer more in-depth information on tried and true products I’ve been using for months (or years) that have changed my daily routine for the better....
Listen. There are a lot of introverts out there observing the world as it turns, quietly contributing as much as everyone else—just differently. It is an extrovert’s world, and trying to find our place within it can be exhausting...
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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...
Editor’s Note: This article is a helpful resource on cultivating a healing retreat, written through the personal lens of the author. It touches on themes of mental illness and grief. If you’re struggling and feel you need more individual...
In last week’s post, I outlined the baseline for my overall physical, emotional, and mental health: a daily routine. It is a rough schedule propped up around how my energy tends to flow. This energy is directly related...
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....
Photo by Lauren Krysti
When it comes to being still, I’m not what one would consider an overachiever. I vividly remember the first day of my first post-college “big girl” job—by 10:00 am, I thought to myself, “Wait, so I...
Slowness is not a speed I come by naturally. For as long as I can remember, I’ve placed great pride on my ability to go-go-go, to push through anything, to work through bouts of boredom, exhaustion, and burnout. This...
Let’s get really diplomatic about something quick: Life is weird. Some days are marvelous. Some days feel impossible, and those days can easily blur into weeks, sometimes months. When that happens, we need our community to be there for...
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I don’t remember how it felt to kick and scream as a kid. I don’t remember how it felt to wail, to want something so unreasonably badly that the gut-yearning made my fists clench into white...
