Venus Retrograde 2026: She’s Not Here for Your Ex, She’s Here for Your Budget

​October 3 to November 13, 2026. Please fix your bills before boarding.

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It’s midnight, I’m wide awake, and Venus is retrograde, which means the universe has decided to audit my entire life while I’m trying to sleep. We are already five days in, so consider this a late but loving public service announcement.

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Lone traveler viewing mountains beneath a glowing moon and zodiac symbols
A lone traveler gazes across shadowed mountains beneath a glowing moon and zodiac-filled sky.

The Schedule (Because Even Chaos Has a Calendar)

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October 3: Venus stations retrograde at 8 degrees of Scorpio. Buckle up.

October 23: Venus goes cazimi, an exact alignment with the Sun. Astrologers call it a rebirth. I call it the universe turning the lights on mid-argument.

October 25: Venus backs out of Scorpio and re-enters Libra, like someone retreating from a party and walking straight into a better one.

November 13: Venus stations direct at 22 degrees of Libra. (A couple of sources say November 15. Most say the 13th, so mark your calendar and don’t @ me.)

December 15: Venus finally leaves her post-retrograde shadow phase. Yes, retrograde has a hangover.

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Phase One: Scorpio (Oct 3 to 24), Also Known as Therapy Without the Couch

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This stretch is all emotional intensity, shadow work, power dynamics, and unresolved ties from your past. Scorpio does not do small talk. Scorpio shows up with a flashlight and a folder labeled *Things You’ve Been Avoiding*.

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Phase Two: Libra (Oct 25 to Nov 13), Where the Dust Settles

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Libra brings the rebalancing: fairness, softer energy, and a gentle tune-up for relationships. After three weeks of Scorpio interrogation, Libra shows up with tea and a nice candle. You’ve earned it.

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An ornate balance scale weighs a key and stones against a gleaming pearl beneath a starry night sky.

The Part Where I Talk About Your Ex

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Several astrologers have said this, and I want to be in their club: **stop asking if you’re getting back with your ex.

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Let me save you the suspense. They don’t want you. They’ve moved on. And if they haven’t, why would you want them back? I promise the chemistry was not as good as you remember. It just wasn’t. Your memory has been doing heavy editing, with a soft filter and a swelling orchestra.

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To be honest, Venus retrograde does not bring exes and situationships back around. That is Mecrury messy tail, mecrury likes to remind you to *review, closure, or a lesson*, not a permanent new beginning. Think of them as a guest speaker, not a new hire.

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Comic panel text: “RACHEL.” Rachel sits dreaming, “I just... keep seeing him. Every time I close my eyes, I wonder if he ever thinks about me...?” Caption: “Meanwhile, Mark and Chloe, lost in each other’s world, never even glance towards the window...” Mark and Chloe hold hands below, labeled “MARK,” and “CHLOE.”
Rachel watches the café window, unaware that Mark and Chloe are nearby together.

What Venus Actually Wants (Hint: It’s Not Romance)

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My biggest complaint about popular astrology: everyone assumes Venus is only about love and desire. Please. She is a multifaceted lady. Last time I checked, she also runs **money, fortune, and luxury**. Venus isn’t asking who texted you. She’s asking where you stopped loving and valuing yourself, and why your savings account looks like a crime scene.

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People want to obsess over love when they should be focusing on money. So during this retrograde, Venus would like to see:

Woman budgeting bills; text reads: “Ugggh... Okay, that old car repair, the insurance... that’s where the $200 went! Finally making sense...” “LIGHTBULB” “...The numbers were driving me crazy! But it’s almost balanced now. This feels SO good to fix.” “EXHALE”
A woman finds clarity while organizing bills, receipts, and a tight household budget.

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– Your budget, audited

– Your existing debt, managed

– Your impulse purchases, canceled

– Your “I’ll just take out a small loan” energy, shelved

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Bonus question: Why are you broke by the middle of the month, every month, right after payday? Venus has noticed. Go sit down and fix your bills. I’ll wait.

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But I’m Not a Taurus or a Libra, So This Doesn’t Apply to Me

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Wrong. Absolutely not. Please stop.

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Everyone has Venus. It lives somewhere in your chart, and it sits in a *house*, and that house tells you where this retrograde is poking you. You don’t have to be a Taurus or Libra sun sign to be affected. And a note on rising signs: that’s how you *present* yourself to the world, so plenty of people who think they “don’t feel like” their sun sign are really living in a different sign’s wardrobe.

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A quick cheat sheet, house by house:

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Venus in the 2nd house (money): Is your income stagnant? Sit with that. Figure out what you can do about it.

Venus in the 4th house (home): Is your home dirty? No lie, go clean it. Go clean your room. Venus is not subtle.

Venus in the 5th house (creativity): Your creativity stalled, then came back? Time to decide whether it’s a side hustle or a joy-only hobby. Am I ready to start publishing my writing? That’s the retrograde whispering. Yes, I’m talking about myself. It’s my blog.

Scorpio in your 12th house (secrets): You have hidden enemies. Learning to navigate them is your shadow work.

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And if you have Venus and Mars in the same house, and both go retrograde? It gets spicier. Not worse, exactly, but I will say it feels like a Mercury retrograde, except it hits something personal, and the tech is not the thing breaking.

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Shadow Work Now, Victory Lap in 2027

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Here is the real tip, and I mean this sincerely: if you believe in astrology, **this is the time to do the internal work that sets you up for next year.** Whatever you fix now will carry you through November, December, and into January. You’ll walk into 2027 already warmed up.

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Say you want to buy a house. Great. Use this retrograde to look at what’s wrong with your finances, sit down with a professional or with yourself, and make a plan. Put the plan into action, and you could realistically be a homeowner within three years. It won’t be magic; it will be a spreadsheet. That is the most Venus thing of all, because even luxury needs a budget.

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The Self-Care Portion (Dentist, I’m Looking at You)

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If you haven’t been feeling your best, take these six weeks and work on it:

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Your hair, your face, your nails

The dentist. If you haven’t been, go. Go to the dentist, homie.

Your diet and your workouts, if you’ve been feeling bloated or puffy

A book about luxury, so you can figure out what would make your life feel luxurious

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Notice that it’s not creepy self-worship. It’s self-love and honest introspection, with maybe a better haircut, which you should book *after* the retrograde ends, because dramatic makeovers are on the “avoid” list. Moisturize now, chop later.

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Retrograde Survival Guide

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What to Do:

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– Revisit past creative and relational patterns for healing and closure

– Audit your budget and plan long-term finances

– Journal, reflect, and sit in some quiet

– Clean something (your house, your finances, your teeth)

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Don’t do this:

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– Make drastic relationship decisions, like sudden breakups or rushing into romance

– Make major unvetted purchases or take out new loans

– Book a dramatic haircut or physical makeover

– Text your ex “just checking in”

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Final Thoughts

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We spend so much time talking about Mercury retrograde, the loud, flashy one that breaks your phone and your email. But the personal planets, Venus included, affect how you live, love, spend, and show up. Mercury messes with your *stuff*. Venus messes with your *self*.

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So take the six weeks. Do the shadow work, fix the bills, clean the room, go to the dentist, and ignore your ex. By the time Venus stations direct on November 13, you might just be glowing.

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Do you know which house your Venus is in? Tell me in the comments, and I’ll tell you what to clean.

Why Are You Here? The One Question I’d Ask Aliens First

If aliens arrived tomorrow, what’s the first thing you’d ask them?

A daily WordPress prompt response, fueled by a long drive. Inner thoughts and strong opinions

If aliens landed tomorrow, what’s the first question you’d ask them? Mine is simple: “Why are you here?”

Large glowing spacecraft hovering above a suburban neighborhood at night
A massive glowing spacecraft hovers over a peaceful suburban street beneath a star-filled sky.

Why did you come to Earth? What’s the real reason? Resources? Are you here to fix s***? Because I honestly think the galactic community will eventually show up to deal with the problems on this planet.

And I don’t think they’ll care that we’re messing up our own home. They’ll care about what we’re doing to the other species. I guarantee some galactic council is sitting there going, “Wait a minute. Did they mess with the platypus?” They’ve got a whole list of animals nobody is allowed to touch, and when those animals get touched, they come. “Listen, you damn humans, stop it. Deforestation is killing our platypus. These are holy animals to us!”

I know they’d do this because I would. The platypus was placed here to be safe so nobody would ever mess with it, and y’all are out here destroying its habitat. Stop it. That’s my theory for why aliens come back.

Okay, but once they answer…

I have follow-up questions. Once they’ve successfully answered the first one, I will move on to the important stuff:

  1. On a scale of one to ten, where do humans fall in intelligence? I’m guessing one or two. Some of us are maybe a three. I don’t think any of us is a level ten, and by level ten I mean intelligence that’s beyond intelligence. Honestly, we might technically be pets to other aliens.
  2. Are the Annunaki gods or aliens? I read a book (Inanna by Emily Wilson) where the author presented them as aliens who ended up on Earth. That would explain the elaborate ceremonies and why they look different from humans. (I can’t remember the author’s name, which is a crime against my own blog.)
  3. What happened to the Olmecs? They’re the civilization found in parts of Mexico, and they closely resemble African men, like African descendants. Did they die out? Millions of things could have happened, but my theory is that their civilization was fading, so they dispersed, joined other cultures, and bred into them. That’s the most logical explanation to me.
  4. Are starseeds real? Because now everyone is a starseed. Everybody’s like, “I’m a starseed!” and I’m over here wondering whether we’re all starseeds or you want to feel special and need a label for it. I don’t know. I have these little questions.

The bad alien problem

I’m assuming these are good aliens, but what if they’re not? What if we go to ask them questions and they’re the Independence Day aliens, who are basically like, “The moment we get close enough, we’re going to electrocute your brain and kill you”? Then you can ask the aliens your questions. In the afterlife. Great.

I think you have to decide which alien you’ve got based on how they engage with us:

  • Independence Day aliens: They want to destroy the world, so you’d better be ready to fight back.
  • The slow-burn aliens: They come to Earth, and you find out later they had a sinister plan the whole time; they were doing it slowly. Rude.
  • Star Trek: The Next Generation aliens: Not horrible, but you gotta give them the side-eye, because some of their cultures were weird. Not all of them, though. Some are sustainable and beautiful. Then again, look at how humans treat each other. I’m not in a position to call anyone weird all day.
  • Stargate aliens: I’d say no. We’re not doing this with them. Absolutely not.

Back to my question

So yes: why are you here? Why are you even on this planet? Can you breathe the air? Wait, isn’t the nitrogen going to fry your skin? Is the oxygen going to kill you, because it’s too reactive? I need to know!

That’s my hot take, and I’m done ranting and raving. Thank you for listening.

Now it’s your turn: if aliens came to Earth, what’s the first question you’d ask?

P.S. I originally recorded this in the car while driving home from trivia.

My Favorite Side Hustles (Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Host Trivia)

What are your favorite side-hustle ideas?

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A whimsical landscape brings together celebration, creativity, adventure, and the winding paths of life.

WordPress prompted me today, “What are your favorite side hustle ideas?” and I took the bait, hook, line, and sinker. Consider this my TED Talk, minus the lanyard.

First, what is a side hustle?

A side hustle is a way to make extra money that isn’t a second job and usually isn’t what you do all day at your primary job. Think DoorDash on the weekend, or a few DJ gigs at $200 a pop.

One important rule: if you DJ full-time, that’s just a job with better lighting. If DoorDash or Uber Eats is your only income, same deal. That’s your hustle, not your side hustle.

I do side hustles when I’m chasing a financial goal that my regular paycheck can’t reach alone. And no, you don’t have to live on tuna and tap water to get there. If frugality is your spirit animal, go forth. If not, nobody’s making you.

My resume of questionable decisions

I’m not a one-hustle pony. I’ve worked retail, made custom gifts (bows included), sold cupcakes and pies, and hosted and emceed events. My cookies are my weakest strength. Everything else, I’ll eat my own words. And my cooking.

My top picks

1. Hosting (my number one)

Trivia nights, karaoke, emceeing. Charge $100 to $300 depending on the event, and you can stack four or five gigs at $200 each. They’re only 2 to 3 hours long, so your whole weekend isn’t gone. Bonus: they often feed you.

Not everyone can host. You have to keep the program moving, watch the clock, know when to cut something and when to stretch it, and be okay with cracking jokes (and being the target of a few). If public speaking makes you break out in hives, skip this one.

Upfront costs are a speaker, a mic, and a laptop. It sounds like a lot until you sketch it out, and it’s less than you think. (I do need a new mic. Hint, hint, universe.)

2. Nerd trivia night

Gather the hardest, nerdiest questions you can find, have them vetted, and charge $5 a person. A team of up to six can enter for $50, and part of the pot covers food, drinks, and prizes. I’m basically paying people to feel smart in front of strangers.

3. Cooking and baking

If you have access to a good kitchen, soup is my dream. One Sunday a month, four soups, fresh sourdough or biscuits, flat rate of $10. (Maybe a water thrown in. I’m not made of sodas.)

Do a cost analysis first, because baking from scratch adds up fast. Flour, sugar, and so much butter might run you $100, but with customers lined up, that can turn into $500 or $600. Meal prep works too: two meats, four veggies, two starches, and make sure it lasts longer than two days in the fridge. People will pay you to not have to think about dinner.

4. Thrift flipping

Hit thrift stores, look for vintage pieces under a certain price, get them authenticated, and resell them. It has a low cost of entry and it’s cheaper than it sounds. I haven’t done this one yet, but I’ll report back.

5. Selling old stuff online

Write a good listing, package it up, ship it fast. Pretty decent chunk of change for things already collecting dust in your closet.

Comic scene: “Huh? A ride to the train station? I’m just the trivia host, mate...” “Excuse me, I know this is a trivia night, but is there a way I can get a ride to the train station? My Uber canceled!” Signs read “TRIVIA NIGHT!” and papers read “ANSWER”; sound effects say “BUZZZ!”, “CHEER!”, and “MURMUR.”
A trivia host

Choose wisely: pay or pleasure

Nobody wants to say this out loud, but your side hustle should do one of two things: pay you well for the time you’re giving up, or be something you genuinely enjoy. Ideally both.

Ask yourself why you’re hustling. If it’s coffee money, find something easy that doesn’t drain your soul. If you’re buying a house, buying a car, or escaping debt, think harder. Delivery apps may not give you the best bang for your buck, and they’re brutal on your car. Writing, editing, and bookkeeping can be done from home, with steadier pay and less wear and tear.

A very serious note

If you’re on the brink of bankruptcy, talk to a financial planner, a banker, or a bankruptcy lawyer before starting a side hustle. Reportable income can be counted against you in a bankruptcy settlement, so you can actually mess yourself up. This is not the time for vibes.

The recap

My favorite side hustle is hosting, because it’s the most money for the least time. Second place goes to cooking and baking. Whatever you pick, make sure you know why you’re doing it and that you won’t hate your life by Tuesday.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a book to finish listening to.

Never Trust a Wish: A Field Guide to Jinn, Genies, and Why the Octopus Wins

The genie grants you a wish. What is it?

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Today’s prompt: “A genie grants you one wish. What is it?”

My answer: nothing. It’s a trap. It has always been a trap. Free stuff from a magical being in a lamp is never free.

First, a Quick Correction

When you say “genie,” you’re picturing a blue Robin Williams or Jeannie from “I Dream of Jeannie” I’m talking about jinn, so let’s get the terminology straight before you show up in the comments saying “but I want the Disney one.”

In Arabian mythology and Islamic theology, jinn are beings who live unseen alongside humans. Humans are made of clay, angels are made of light, and jinn are made of smokeless fire. They’re not angels, and they’re not quite demons either. They’re somewhere in the middle, with free will, very long lives, the ability to marry, and a date with judgment in the afterlife. They also come with some magical perks.

I once wanted to write a story about a jinn living in the human world, but I didn’t want to get accused of cultural appropriation. So, I’m doing a rant instead, which is fine.

The Wish Always Goes Wrong

Every story goes the same way:

“I wish for a million dollars.” Life goes to hell.

“I wish to be beautiful forever.” Congrats, you’re now preserved in amber like a prehistoric mosquito.

“I wish to live forever.” Nobody asked how you’d feel about the rest of forever.

So here are my three rules for dealing with a genie, since I’m allowed to have rules and you can do whatever you want.

Rule #1: Ask Questions

Genies grant wishes, which means they’re imprisoned. You have to ask why.

If they did something evil and this is their punishment, I’m not freeing them and then watching the news the next day. “Local genie goes on spree.” No thank you. I’m not getting tangled in your karma, sir.

Rule #2: If They’re Innocent, Set Them Free

Maybe somebody hated their guts, cursed them, and then died. The genie says, “I don’t want revenge, I just want to live my life and be happy.”

That’s your wish. “I wish you free from this curse. Go in peace and blessings.” The universe sees you didn’t get greedy or weird, and you might get some good karma out of it.

Rule #3: If They’re Evil, Send Them Away Forever

If you find out you’re dealing with a murderous, world-conquering supervillain, say: “I wish for this genie and the lamp it lives in to be sent to another realm, never to be seen again.”

Do it, because the next person won’t be as smart as you, and then we’ll have a whole Avengers-style event on our hands, and we don’t need any more of those. Send it to the bottom of the sea. Send it to Mars. Venus is better, since the heat should handle the rest. (Spiritual reasons. I’ll explain another day.)

What If It’s Neutral? No Strings, One Wish.

Here’s what not to ask for:

Bring someone back from the dead. That’s necromancy, and nobody wants zombies.

Kill your enemy. Murder is wrong. There are better ways to get back at someone, and you’ll be dealing with the consequences with God, the universe, or your own guilt. (And if you feel no guilt, that’s a different conversation, and I’m not playing games with you.)

Eternal beauty or eternal life. See: Amber.

“I want no one to remember me.” Then you get arrested, call your family, and they say “Who? I don’t have a son.” You’re screwed.

Invisibility. You’ll be invisible to the cashier but not to the cameras. We live in a surveillance society, my friend. You’d be a ghost with a very thorough digital footprint.

Unlimited money. Genies hate this one, because it’s a loophole minefield.

The Wish I’d Actually Make

“For the rest of my life, I receive $1,000 every day, delivered to my bank account from a traceable, legitimate source that no one will question.”

It’s not unlimited money, because the amount is finite and predictable. The best part is that it comes with a built-in alarm. If one day the $1,000 isn’t there, you know it’s your last day. You wake up at midnight, check your account, and if the money isn’t there, you get to decide how to spend your final 24 hours. That’s a lot more notice than most people get.

And $1,000 a day is enough to live well but not enough to wreck your life. Your brain will say “I’ll just get another thousand tomorrow,” and then you remember tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. That keeps you honest.

The plan:

Week 1: Pay off the bills for the month, or the year, or whatever.

Week 2: Charity work.

After that: Vacations. Go wherever you want. Enjoy it!

Someone out there is saying “a thousand dollars isn’t that much.” Yes, it is. It’s enough for fun, and not enough for disaster.

The Villain Rule Still Applies

If you find out your genie used to be a hero’s ex-sidekick turned vengeful sorcerer who now terrorizes the descendants of royalty (you know who I’m talking about, Disney taught us), do not set him free. You send him back to the bottom of the sea for another millennium and let the next generation deal with it.

Honestly, let an octopus deal with it. Put that villain up against an octopus and the octopus wins. Every time. I believe in the octopus.

This is what happens when you give people hilarious prompts and make them use their brains for the first time in months. Thanks for reading. Have a good day, and don’t rub any lamps.

Until Next Time, 

Che Michelle

September 30th

So, we are here on day 30!  Did I post 30 posts? The answer is technically yes. I want to give you a quick snapshot of what posting for 30 days in a row on WordPress really felt like.  At first, it was exhilarating. I was so excited about what I would post and when. Until I could not find any completed essays; they were all over the place, saved on Google Docs, Microsoft Word, and my phone, but not on my laptop. I didn’t have as many complete essays as I thought.   Also, I had a lot of improperly named documents. It was a lot of Document 1, Document 2. There were 90 unnamed documents; some just needed edits, and some were only a sentence.

First Lesson Learned: Organize all your work and create proper naming structures.

Another issue: understanding WordPress publishing. WordPress uses UTC (Coordinated Universal Time). That means posting at midnight UTC is really 10 pm or 11 pm Eastern Standard Time. So, when I wasn’t paying attention, I had two posts in one day instead of one a day. I missed two days by accident. As I wrote in one post, I realized that I will not officially hit my 30 days of posting. ☹ I have kept posting because my goal with posting was to challenge myself to stop hoarding my writing and finish my essays and short stories.

Second Lesson Learned: Learn what UTC is and use it effectively so you can be consistent.

My writing is horrible. I mean, it’s trash, but I can see the growth now, and I’m willing to work on it.  A lot of people will say, “Oh no, don’t say that,” but it’s okay to say this work is bad. Then I will create a plan to improve my writing. I am fine with taking classes, going to seminars, going to the old school, and using a thesaurus, not the computer thesaurus. I don’t think my writing is perfect. I know I can connect with others, which is a start. Now I want to make sure what I am conveying is accurate and well written.

Third Lesson learned: I need to keep writing to get better, but it’s time for me to go back to writing seminars and writing groups.

I realized I do like to write like I am talking to you in person. Like we are having a conversation, so the language I use is less English 101 and more like a phone call with a friend, or a convo you have at the bar. I don’t think there’s anything wrong with writing that way for fun, but you have to remember that when you publish it. You are never sure who will read the post. What if they wanted more formal writing, or were you too relaxed? Finding the balance between easy, conversational tones and proper, conventional writing is delicate.

Fourth Lesson strives for a balance that works for you and your writing.

Using Grammarly has become a crutch for me, and it’s time to get back to old-fashioned editing. I love Grammarly; for years, I have been told my use of commas and other grammar rules is lacking. I am not a strong technical writer. I got Grammarly for Grad school, and still use it for work, emails, and other important documents. I am now noticing that, using Grammarly, I might be over-editing the pieces. I use certain words because they make my writing stand out, orbecause  I love the connotation and emphasis they add. Using Grammarly and other editing software, I notice it simplifies the words. The request for simpler sentences in this software is irksome. I went back and read a few of my pieces that I use Microsoft Editor for versus Grammarly. I like Microsoft Editor better. Also, editing on your own lets you add more detail and clarify it. I believe Grammarly has a place in writing, but it is okay not to use it for every piece you write. I used it for a short story, and it took all the innuendo and subtext out of the piece.

Fifth Lesson Learned: you can over-edit a post; choose the appropriate editing technique for the appropriate writing.

I learned the last one, and I want to elaborate on it. Even if you miss a day, keep going! Listen, I missed 2 days of posting: one was because I didn’t have a post ready, and another was because I messed up the UTC. I also double-posted the same post. In the past, I would have given up and walked away, but this time I was like, no. I am going to keep posting! I want to share my unhinged, unfounded astrology thoughts. I want people to find a post that gives them hope or makes them laugh. Missing a day does not mean it is ruined. Listen to the great Aaliyah sing in the song “Try Again”: “And if at first you fail (first you do not succeed)/ Then dust yourself off and try again.”  For real, building resilience is about getting back up and trying again. I don’t know where this writing journey will take me. I want to clear my brain of frivolous thoughts and create an essay book that becomes a secondary income.  I don’t know, but I have found joy and contentment in this personal challenge.

Last Lesson Learned: Keep going!

Anyway, these are my top six lessons learned: plan the challenge better, keep going, and don’t over-edit. Overall, this was a good exercise to work towards. I learned a lot about myself. I cleared a good chunk of the essays and writing on my computer. Next, I’m going to tackle my short stories, because those characters and stories are just sitting there, waiting to be read. I might do this challenge again in a few months, but on a different blog.

Until Next Time,

Che Michelle

The Anti-Hustle Dream: Why My Ideal Business Is Just Books, Wine, and Living Wages

If you could start a new business right now, what would it be?

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An open journal, coffee, croissant, and red wine create a warm, reflective tabletop scene.

If someone handed you the keys, the capital, and a clean slate to build any business tomorrow, what would you create?

For tech optimists, the answer is usually something grandiose: the next Amazon (ideally without the warehouse dystopia) or a Silicon Valley hardware giant. But if we strip away the urge to build an empire and focus on what brings warmth into the world, the vision gets much simpler, quieter, and infinitely better.

My dream venture isn’t a tech unicorn. It’s a book-and-wine café.

Illustrated bookstore café with people reading among books, plants, coffee, wine, and pastries
Readers enjoy books, coffee, wine, and pastries in a welcoming bookstore café.

The goal wouldn’t be wild profit margins or scaling into every strip mall nationwide. Success would mean staying solvent, serving the neighborhood, and proving that a retail business can treat its workers like whole human beings.

People First, Spreadsheets Second

Most small-business burnouts begin with exploitative labor models. In this café, the business model starts with the staff:

  • $25 an hour baseline: Fair compensation shouldn’t be an afterthought.
  • 20 to 30-hour workweeks: Full-time retail schedules often squeeze out the rest of life. A capped workweek leaves real space for college coursework, raising kids, or pursuing creative projects.
  • Full healthcare coverage: Actual healthcare that covers the essentials—and definitely not from bottom-of-the-barrel providers that deny every claim.

When employees have financial stability and the margin to actually live their lives, the atmosphere of a community space takes care of itself.

Slow Hours, Fresh Pastries, and In-House Kindles

Most coffee shops cater to the crack-of-dawn rush, but this shop wouldn’t bother opening at 7:00 AM. No soggy breakfast sandwiches under heat lamps.

Instead, the doors open at noon and close by 8:00 PM.

Mondays and Tuesdays are dedicated to carry-out lunch and dinner orders fresh soups, artisan sandwiches, and pastries. From Wednesday through Sunday, the space transforms into a full sit-down haven.

One core offering solves a classic reader dilemma: wanting to dive into a book during a lunch break or after-work happy hour without hauling around a massive paperback.

Guests can reserve a pre-loaded Kindle for their table when ordering food or a drink. Reserve your title by 8:00 AM, and when you arrive at noon, a fully charged Kindle is sitting at your table with your book ready to go. You eat your soup, sip your drink, read or listen for forty-five minutes, and return to your day without buying another object to clutter your shelves.

Friends dining at The Book & Bottle café with pizza, wine, and books
Friends share pizza, wine, and books during live music at The Book & Bottle.

The Literary Pour: Pairing Pages with Wine

A good bottle of wine enhances a great meal, so why not a great story? Every genre on the shelf gets a dedicated pour:

  • Murder Mysteries: Paired with bold, dry red wines that match the grit and tension of a slow-burn investigation.
  • Romance: Lighthearted, sunlit love stories get chilled rosés; deep, high-stakes romances call for rich, velvety reds.
  • Comedies & Quirky Fiction: Crisp, bright whites and effervescent table blends that keep things sharp and playful.
  • Memoirs: Matched directly to the author’s signature drink. If the subject wrote their masterpiece over bourbon, you get bourbon; if the journey tracks sobriety, it’s served alongside a thoughtful, premium non-alcoholic craft beverage.

Sundays Are for the Book Clubs

Sundays throw standard schedules out the window. The space opens early for a structured lineup of community gatherings:

  • 10:00 AM – 1:00 PM: Catered Brunch Book Club (the group picks the menu; the café provides the food and the wine).
  • 2:00 PM – 4:00 PM: Afternoon discussion circles.
  • 6:00 PM – 8:00 PM: “Seduction Hour”—a dimly lit evening wind-down dedicated to romance titles, poetry readings, and smooth blends.

It isn’t a blueprint designed to disrupt an industry or appease venture capitalists. It’s simply a third place designed for good stories, great drinks, and a work culture that respects the people running the counter.

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The “Lazy” Grocery Routine That Cut My Weekly Food Prep in Half

What are some life hacks that you practice?

The internet loves to treat life hacks like complex puzzles involving three apps, an intricate spreadsheet, and 12 mason jars labeled in calligraphy.

Truthfully, most real-world hacks don’t start as intentional life strategies. They start because you’re tired, groceries are expensive, and you need a way to feed yourself without spending your entire Sunday chopping celery.

If you are trying to cut your food spending and reclaim your weeknights, here are a few practical, low-effort routines worth adopting.

1. Skip Individual Groceries: Buy the In-Store Meal Kit

Buying individual heads of garlic, bundles of herbs, and full containers of spices just to cook two portions often leads to bloated receipts and produce turning to liquid in the crisper drawer.

Instead of building a meal from raw parts, head to the butcher counter or prepared-food section of specialty grocers. The Fresh Market, Sprouts, and Whole Foods frequently sell complete dinner kits for around $25 to $30.

  • The Fresh Market ($25 Deals): Best when you want control over your flavors. The proteins are often unseasoned, letting you use your own spices rather than committing to a heavy marinade.
  • Sprouts: Offers the widest protein variety, cycling through shrimp, steak, salmon, and chicken meal deals.
  • Whole Foods: Great for classic, reliable basics like salmon or chicken paired with pre-prepped sides.

The Strategy: Pick up one kit, roast or sauté the ingredients in 20 minutes, and divide everything directly into glass containers. You get four to five days of prepped lunches or dinners for less than the cost of a single takeout delivery order.

2. Order Fast-Casual Catering Trays Over Individual Entrees

If you rely on dining out during busy weeks, stop ordering single burritos, bowls, or salads every day.

Places like Chipotle and Qdoba offer small catering setups or family-style build-your-own spreads. Buying the bulk components—pans of black beans, grilled chicken, fajita veggies, and rice—yields a significantly lower cost per ounce than paying individual retail markups and delivery fees daily. Portion the components out yourself at home for quick, ready-to-heat lunches.

(A quick note on sandwich shops like Subway or Potbelly: bulk catering platters sound tempting, but fresh bread goes stale quickly. Stick to hot, grain-and-protein bases for meal prep.)

3. Supplement Staples with Food-Rescue Apps

Do not pay full price for items that can easily be frozen or eaten that day. Using an app like Too Good To Go allows you to grab surprise bags of surplus goods from local bakeries and specialty markets at a fraction of their retail cost.

Use this strategically for shelf-stable carbohydrates: picking up a bakery surplus bag can supply your sandwich bread, baguettes, or rolls for the entire week for just a few dollars.

4. Run the Zero-Waste Bone Broth Simmer

When cooking bone-in poultry or stripping down a whole chicken, never toss the carcass. Place the leftover bones into a pot, cover them with water, throw in scraps of onion and carrot, and let it simmer low and slow.

As the connective tissue and marrow break down, you end up with nutrient-dense, collagen-rich bone broth for $0. Strain it, keep it in the fridge, and use it as a flavorful base for rice, grains, or quick soups throughout the week.

5. Add Baking Soda Directly to Musty Laundry

High-intensity gym clothes and older fabrics love to trap residual sweat and body oils that standard detergents can’t break down. Rather than spending money on expensive specialty sport detergents, toss half a cup of baking soda directly into the drum with your wash cycle. It neutralizes persistent odors at the fiber level without ruining the fabric.

What everyday shortcuts or grocery habits do you rely on to keep your weekly routine simple?

The Scales of Desire: Seduction, Decans, and the Complex Art of the Libra Men

Libra scales beside vinyl records, whiskey, cigar, and a jazz performer
A vintage-inspired Libra scene blends balanced scales, jazz music, vinyl records, and evening indulgence.

Few archetypes dominate late-night playlists with a romantic lure like the male R&B crooner, just as Geminis dominate hip-hop. Few zodiac signs seem as innately engineered for the R&B crooner role as Libra. Governed by Venus, the seventh sign of the zodiac is celebrated for aesthetic sensibility, balance, charm, and partnership. In modern R&B, this energy crafts anthems that define sexual longing, smooth diplomacy, and emotional tension.

Yet underneath the polished falsettos and silk button-downs lies an intricate, often contradictory psychology. Far from simple romantics, Libra R&B men carry an allure as calculated as it is intoxicating, blending genuine passion with strategic manipulation, stubborn independence, and a fierce demand for justice. This blog post focuses only on the men; I need a separate post for the ladies.

The Anatomy of Seduction and Decanoic Expression

To understand the core of the Libra R&B catalog, we need to look at Ginuwine. From the late 1990s through the mid-2000s, his music created an immersive world of raw physical desire wrapped in suave vulnerability. Tracks like “So Anxious” do not merely establish a sensual mood; they function as operational blueprints for the archetype. The urgency of a late-night rendezvous, the tactile focus on touch, and the deliberate choreography of intimacy speak directly to an elevated Venusian instinct: “Said as soon as you hit the door/ I’m pull you down on the floor/And before we get to touch the bed/ Baby back up every word you said/And before we get to hit the lights/ And before we start the candlelight/Baby girl I wanna bump and grind/ This is something that is on my mind” “So Anxious”-Ginuwine.

Do you not see the attributes of a Libra, the charm, the desire, words acting as a spell to get you in his bed. Well, you won’t be in his bed but on the floor.

Astrologically, this behavior corresponds with the traditional decans of the sign:

  • First Decan (0° to 10°, September 23 – October 2): Pure Venus energy. Artists governed by pure Venusian influence channel effortless beauty, kinetic magnetism, and romantic indulgence. This is where Lucky Daye falls into the chart; a raw, sensual appeal, endurance as a performer, and stage charisma showcase this unvarnished aesthetic power.
  • Second Decan (10° to 20°, October 3 – October 12): Uranus. Introducing an unconventional, forward-thinking drive, this decan values personal autonomy and distinct individuality. More women from R&B fall into this category.
  • Third Decan (20° to 30°, October 13 – October 22): Mercury. Infused with sharp intellect, verbal agility, and structural discipline, this decan bridges art with legacy. Usher, Ne-Yo, Eric Benet, and Ginuwine fall into this decan.  illustrates this energy seamlessly. His longevity, vocal and dance mastery, and deliberate business acumen reflect a calculated mind using communication and performance to secure generational stability.

Ginuwine’s astrological energy is Physical Magnetism and seduction.  He defines unapologetic sensuality, timeless stage allure, and a tactile focus on his mission of physical intimacy.  Then there’s Ne-Yo, who rocked the world with a modern energy of romance, woven with reverence for women, in songs like Miss Independent.  Ne-Yo epitomizes this current master songwriter, balancing traditional romantic lyricism with an acute awareness of his own human evolution. Usher has dominated R&B since 1994, with classics like “You Make Me Wanna,” “Confessions,” and “Superstar.”  Usher has a strategic intellect about love, while weaving longevity. He embodies a level of perfectionism in his performances. In comparison, creating everlasting legacy that cannot be questioned.  Eric Benet shows he can emote pure romance and love through a song, yet still tells people on social media to vote and stay aware, with his string of pearls.  

The Decan Spectrum in Contemporary R&B Beneath the Polish: The Shadow Side and Calculated Justice

The public narrative surrounding Libras often centers on indecisiveness and conflict-avoidance, but this reads the sign incorrectly. A Libra man’s hesitation is rarely an inability to choose; it is a tactical assessment designed to ensure he secures precisely what he desires on his own terms. Rather than bold, aggressive demands, their decisions are governed by seductive diplomacy. A good example is how Ginuwine handled TGT and went back to doing his own musical thing. When unevolved Libra, however, the archetype reveals a turbulent shadow. One area that comes from unevolved Libra is Shifting Boundaries: Without clear self-imposed limits, they slide into passive dynamics where they feel exploited, until internal resentment triggers a sudden, absolute cut-off. Another aspect you may encounter is Reputation-Preserving Dishonesty: While a fire sign like Sagittarius embellishes stories to entertain, the unevolved Libra man lies primarily for self-preservation—to avoid conflict, preserve an immaculate image, or deflect immediate accountability. Lastly, Retributive Justice: Venus is not merely the planet of flowers and whispers; historically, it is equally a deity of retribution. As mirrored by contemporary figures like Cardi B in her legal and public disputes, when a Libra feels fundamentally wronged, their pursuit of restoration is exhaustive. An offended Libra does not walk away; they orchestrate a situation that leaves their opponent stranded while maintaining an air of detached innocence. Review how Lucky Daye handled his situation with his label, and how he came back with musical vengeance.

Grounding the Scales: Longevity, Wealth, and Domestic Stability

Despite their reputation for running hot and cold during youthful “phases,” evolved Libras transform into remarkably grounded partners, parents, and business professionals. Their relationship with resources is quiet but deliberate. Like their sister Venusian sign, Taurus, they have a deep understanding of financial resilience. They balance public expenditures with protected reserves, often working rigorously through mid-life to finance legacy goals, such as their children’s education, without destabilizing their long-term security.

In domestic life, the evolved Libra channels their obsession with harmony directly into their household. Their natural diplomatic instincts and rejection of petty friction foster balanced, forward-thinking environments for their children.

The Libra male R&B artist is far more complex than a smooth vocalist singing sweet melodies under soft lights. He is a study in calculated balance: equal parts hopeless romantic and cunning strategist, family guardian and seductive trickster. To truly appreciate their music, you have to understand that beneath the promises of devotion lies an acute mind, always measuring the scales and weighing every consequence.

Until Next Time,

Che Michelle

Also, do not date Libra men; listen to their music. It’s for your own sanity. 😊

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Do You Believe in Karma? Pop Stars, Generations & Cosmic Receipts

Do you believe in karma?

Cue the Alicia Keys song “’Cause what goes around comes around/
What goes up must come down/ Now who’s crying, desiring to come back to me?
What goes around comes around/What goes up must come down” – Alicia Keys “Karma.”

Today’s WordPress prompt asked a deceptively simple question: Do you believe in karma?

A normal blogger with an ounce of self-preservation would have hit publish on a breezy, three-paragraph meditation about golden rules, returned shopping carts, and positive vibes. A one-word answer “Yes” would have sufficed.

Instead, I sat down, untangled Eastern philosophy, analyzed the cosmic dangers of aggressively non-confrontational pop stars, pulled birth charts on the 2010 rap pantheon, and stared into the metaphysical void.

Let’s unpack the cosmic spreadsheet before I scrap this entire draft for my own safety.

Karma Isn’t a Cosmic Vending Machine

In Western culture, we treat karma like a spiritual drive-thru: you drop in a kind deed, the universe hands you a warm bag of blessings, and if someone cuts you off in traffic, you wait by the curb hoping a deity flattens their tire on the spot. Like no, this is not how any of this works.

Eastern traditions like Hinduism and Buddhism view it less like personal vengeance and more like spiritual gravity an autonomous, inevitable law of cause, effect, and intent. Every action leaves a residue.

Crucially, karma is flanked by concepts like kama, the realm of desire, longing, and how we choose to move through worldly impulses. The friction between desire and consequence is where the universe takes receipts.

Most people assume staying safe means staying quiet. But the universe doesn’t give bonus points for aggressively minding your own business when things go sideways. In the cosmic calculus, aggressive neutrality can rack up just as much debt as active malice.

To illustrate, let’s look at two completely chaotic case studies I definitely shouldn’t be publishing on the internet.

Exhibit A: Nicki Minaj and the Millennial Generational Debt

Enter the Sagitterroist-in-chief.

The early days of Nicki Minaj’s career were a masterclass in the clash between Gen X royalty and Millennial ambition. Gen X elders historically demand respect upon entry, bow your head, kiss the ring, acknowledge the pioneer. Millennials, meanwhile, run on reciprocity: I’ll respect you if you respect me, but I am not bending my knee just because you were here first.

Between Lil’ Kim (Cancer) and Nicki (Sagittarius), the stars never stood a chance. Water and fire: you either lock into a lifelong bond, or you maintain a permanent, on-sight grudge match where crossing paths requires protective headgear.

Nicki used that friction as jet fuel, launching into pop-rap dominance. The universe handed her a massive platform, immense influence, and an explicit test: When the next generation arrives, will you break the cycle, or will you do the exact same thing to them that was done to you?

She picked door number two. Instead of playing the benevolent icon, she doubled down on the fortress mentality, alienating peers and baffling fans while the charts quietly moved along without her. The karmic residue didn’t arrive via lightning bolt; it showed up as fatigue, dwindling goodwill, and lukewarm reactions to tracks that used to set the world on fire. The lesson? If you spend your climb fighting gatekeepers, you cannot become the troll under the bridge when you reach the top without the universe sending an invoice with the due date past due.

Exhibit B: Ed Sheeran and the Perils of the “Nice Guy” Swiss Flag

If Nicki’s karma stems from active conflict, Ed Sheeran’s stems from the illusion of the spotless middle ground. Ed has built a global empire on being universally inoffensive. He plays acoustic loops, smiles politely, and wears hoodies to stadium shows where eighty thousand people sway in unison. He is the human equivalent of unseasoned mashed potatoes: harmless, reliable, and entirely neutral.

Except real life doesn’t always allow for a neutral setting. When serious global issues arise, standing in the exact center and humming softly isn’t a position of virtue, it’s a calculated attempt to protect ticket sales. While other artists drew lines in the sand whether via statements or solidarity moves like Macklemore’s. Ed attempted to hold the middle line.

The karmic punchline for terminal fence-sitters? The middle eventually collapses. When you refuse to stand for anything because you don’t want to offend the venue owners or the promoters, you end up offending everyone who expected a shred of backbone. His traveling band bailed, several artist and fans were disappointed in Ed Sheeran, and the “good guy” sheen wears thin under the weight of not taking a side. Silence has a weight, and eventually, gravity pulls it down.

The Self-Preservation Conclusion

Which brings us back to the prompt: Do you believe in karma?

Deeply. I believe intention dictates residue, that the universe keeps impeccable records, and that trying to cheat the bill by either bulldozing your peers or hiding in the acoustic background will cost you down the road. I also believe in knowing when you’re about to attract your own karmic lightning strike from two hyper-online fanbases and several booking agents.

So on second thought, none of this actually happened. Delete the drafts, clear the cache, and cue the Alicia Keys outro: “’Cause what goes around comes around/
What goes up must come down/ Now who’s crying, desiring to come back to me?
What goes around comes around/What goes up must come down” – Alicia Keys “Karma”

Yes, karma is real. Be kind to others, don’t be bitter, watch your intentions, and return your shopping carts. Yada Yada Yada

 Have a blessed week.

Che Michelle

The Self-Care Scam: Reclaiming a Radical Act from Consumerism

How do you make time for self-care?

Today’s prompt asked a simple question: How do you make time for self-care?

Before answering how, we need to talk about what self-care actually is because we’ve been sold a lie. Point blank: self-care has been hijacked and turned into a capitalist venture.

When most people hear “self-care,” they picture luxury bath bombs, spa days, mimosas, and sheet masks. If you want to eat your favorite meal or get your nails done, fine. But consumerism has convinced us that caring for ourselves requires spending money to check out of our lives.

That wasn’t the original point.

The Radical Roots of Taking Care

Self-care didn’t start in a department store. In its modern social context, it emerged from the Civil Rights and feminist movements, gaining serious traction through the Black Panther Party in the 1970s.

Back then, self-care wasn’t an indulgence, it was a survival tactic. It was deeply communal and pragmatic:

  • Organizing free breakfast programs so families had nutritious food when money was tight.
  • Setting up community childcare so mothers can attend medical checkups.
  • Organizers like Angela Davis and Ericka Huggins use yoga, meditation, mindful eating, and mental health practices to sustain themselves through relentless pressure and trauma.

Self-care was political, holistic, and focused on basic human dignity: Go to the doctor. Move your body. Feed yourself well. Guard your mind.

When we strip away the commercial packaging, real self-care is about taking your health and sanity seriously. If your heart is racing, you’re paralyzed by anxiety, and leaving the house feels impossible, real self-care isn’t a scented candle—it’s booking an appointment with a therapist or talking to your physician.

How I Make the Time: The Non-Negotiable Monday

If you don’t actively protect your time, someone else will claim it. That’s why I treat self-care as a structured boundary.

For me, Monday is my anchor. It sounds selfish on paper, but it keeps me whole: Monday is the day I do not do anything extra for anyone else.

I work because I have to work, but after that, the evening belongs entirely to me:

  1. Movement: I hit a fitness class. If the class doesn’t happen, I walk on the treadmill. Moving my body is non-negotiable.
  2. Nourishment: I cook a clean, wholesome dinner to refuel properly.
  3. Reflection: I sit down and write a journal. I map out my wins, my losses, and dump my thoughts onto the page to clear the mental clutter.

Setting aside Monday sets the tone. Throughout the rest of the week, things get messy, schedules collide, and I don’t always win the battle. But having that dedicated baseline keeps me grounded.

Practical Ways to Reclaim Your Space

You don’t need an entire free day to start resetting your boundaries. Here is how to make room in the real world:

  • Start with 15 minutes: Before the demands of the house take over, take 15 minutes in the morning. Pray, meditate, write in a gratitude journal, or sit in total silence.
  • Block out phantom appointments: I used to put fake, urgent meetings on my calendar just to secure “me time.” I’d schedule a meeting on “Bank Street” and label it “Meeting with Banker” so no one could book it. Then I’d sit at the cafe on Bank Street, drink my tea, and breathe. Defending your calendar like your sanity depends on it because it does.
  • Release the guilt around asking for help: Hire a babysitter, trade childcare with a friend, or tell your family you’re off duty for two hours. Stepping away prevents you from running on fumes and lashing out at the people you love.
  • Encourage your circle to do the same: I tell my partner all the time: go on the bike ride, play basketball, hang out with friends, go find your center. Loving someone doesn’t mean consuming every hour of their free time or demanding they surrender all of theirs to you.

Getting Back to Wholeness

Erykah Badu sang in the song “On and On”. Ms. Badu sing “I was born underwater with three dollars and six dimes/ Yeah, you might laugh ’cause you did not do your math.”  You were already born whole. Self-care isn’t about buying new pieces to complete yourself; it’s about stripping away the noise so you can return to that completeness.

Stop letting marketing campaigns tell you what you need to heal. Build a routine that protects your peace, set boundaries that sting a little if they have to, and treat your well-being like the essential work it is.

Here the post that you can read if you are interested: The Origins of Self-Care: From Radical Act to Consumerist Trap – Mental Health Therapy Blog Post By Brianna Halasa

Until Next Time,

Che Michelle

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