I just spent twenty minutes drafting an email to a male colleague about a simple project update.

Not because the content was complex, but because I had to make sure I sounded collaborative, not bossy, and then added three exclamation points so I didn't seem cold.

I've realized I essentially have two completely separate wardrobes now.

There's the 'present me' wardrobe, which is 90% comfortable leggings and oversized sweaters. And then there's the 'aspirational me' wardrobe, full of tailored blouses and impractical heels, patiently waiting for a life I'm apparently too busy or tired to live.

I saw this influencer talking about her 'simple, five-minute morning routine' for glowing skin and inner peace.

Mine involves hitting snooze seven times, staring blankly at the ceiling for two, and then frantically trying to remember where I left my coffee mug.

I've started to realize that my self-care routine is just a series of expensive habits I've convinced myself are necessary for my well-being