In a world where each day feels like its own roller coaster where we are all supposed to somehow sit in this “both/and” mentality while still producing work, figuring out how to be a human, and trying to care for ourselves and others all while ingesting a constant cycle of news, headlines, and just plain meanness (no matter what your politics — this moment feels incredibly and unnecessarily mean-spirited and shameful), I have to grasp control wherever I can. Last week, I did not meal prep for the week (gasp!) and I will not be making that mistake again. Not in these turbulent times. Not with this much inflation. Not in these protein-counting peri-menopause streets. Last week, I was flailing: I begged colleagues for…





