Wellness

I was sitting at my desk last Tuesday, staring at a lukewarm cup of coffee

I’m so tired of seeing “self-care” sold as a luxury lifestyle involving $80 eucalyptus candles

I’m tired of seeing $15 bottles of “probiotic elixir” and thirty-step detox protocols that promise

I’ve spent half my life troubleshooting broken code and finicky analog synthesizers, so I have

I am so tired of seeing “fitness influencers” sell the idea that building a routine

I spent most of my twenties thinking that “self-care” meant a weekend at a spa

I was sitting at my workbench last Tuesday, surrounded by the guts of a 1974

I’m so tired of seeing “wellness influencers” suggest that the only way to unwind is

I’m sorry, but I’m not interested in sitting cross-legged on a silk cushion for forty

If I see one more influencer telling me I need a forty-five-minute meditation session, a