Even rest has homework now. A letter about wellness routines, disappointing your sleep tracker and the small matter of actually enjoying your life.

You organise one dinner and somehow acquire a permanent position. A letter about being the woman who sorts everything, and the quiet luxury of letting somebody else check the opening hours.

The internet has given us plenty of questionable wellness trends, but romanticising your life might be one worth keeping. Perhaps it is less about making life look beautiful, and more about noticing the beauty

September has quietly become January’s more sophisticated younger sister. Suddenly we’re resetting everything, including ourselves. But perhaps a new season doesn’t need a new you.

There was a time when forty sounded incredibly grown-up. Then, rather inconveniently, we got here. What if not having it all figured out isn’t a sign we’re behind, but simply proof we’re not finished yet?

Some friendships last a lifetime. Others belong to a particular chapter. And somewhere between busy lives, group chats and watching each other from a screen, have we forgotten what it means to really be friends?

We’ve never had more advice about how to live, love, work, parent, rest and apparently even eat breakfast. Somewhere in all that helpful information, have we forgotten to ask ourselves what we actually think?

Somewhere along the way, even rest became another thing to be good at. What happened to wasting time simply because we could?