BY BENISH SHAH I’ve long believed in a self-care checklist — masks, massages, taking time to read a book. Part of the reason is because I’m obsessed with skin care (I currently have four different masks in weekly rotation); the other part of it is because I lived a tech-exec lifestyle in New York City where there was always more to do and every month delivered a new crisis of faith, job or life. Self-care was my solution to the anxiety of it all. If an article or online self-care research rabbit hole told me it was a good way to survive the week, I did it: Korean snail masks, reiki, foot scrubs, lavender baths — you get the gist. It never felt quite self-care-ish enough, though. Each attempt just felt like another item checked off my to-do list in my minute-by-minute life in the big city.
This Year, My Self-Care Was Called “Framily”
This Year, My Self-Care Was Called…
This Year, My Self-Care Was Called “Framily”
BY BENISH SHAH I’ve long believed in a self-care checklist — masks, massages, taking time to read a book. Part of the reason is because I’m obsessed with skin care (I currently have four different masks in weekly rotation); the other part of it is because I lived a tech-exec lifestyle in New York City where there was always more to do and every month delivered a new crisis of faith, job or life. Self-care was my solution to the anxiety of it all. If an article or online self-care research rabbit hole told me it was a good way to survive the week, I did it: Korean snail masks, reiki, foot scrubs, lavender baths — you get the gist. It never felt quite self-care-ish enough, though. Each attempt just felt like another item checked off my to-do list in my minute-by-minute life in the big city.