By Candid Jean
If you scroll through Instagram right now, you’d think everyone is either sipping Aperol on a yacht in Capri or crying tears of joy after buying their third investment property. Meanwhile, you’re sitting on your couch in mismatched socks, trying to figure out if the leftover Thai food from three days ago is still safe to eat. candid jean ass
Fair warning—this one is a little heavy. But it’s a thriller wrapped in a journalism package. It made me think about where my water comes from. (And yes, it made me finally buy that reusable filter.) By Candid Jean If you scroll through Instagram
Let’s be real for a second.
This week on the blog, we’re doing away with the highlight reel. We’re talking about the messy, mundane, glorious middle ground of life—and the entertainment we consume to survive it. Last Saturday, I had a plan. The plan was to be a "Productivity Goddess": wake up at 6 AM, run 5 miles, meal prep quinoa bowls, and redecorate my office. But it’s a thriller wrapped in a journalism package
That is self-care.