The Creative Nest

Let’s have a heart-to-heart, besties. I was scrolling through my feed the other day and saw a photo of a "digital nomad" working from a cafe. They looked like a professional contortionist trying to fit into a carry-on suitcase. Spine? Curved like a question mark. Neck? Craned at a 45-degree angle. Dignity? Nowhere to be found. It got me thinking: In the year 2026, why are we still out here acting like our skeletal systems are optional? It’s time for the ultimate showdown: The Desktop vs. The Laptop. The Laptop: The Toxic Ex You Can’t Quit Don't get me wrong, I love the idea of a laptop. It promises freedom. It promises "work from the beach!" In reality, "work from the beach" just means sand in your charging port and a glare so bad you’re squinting like you’ve seen a ghost. When you use a laptop on the couch, you inevitably end up in the "The Shrimp Position." You know the one—shoulders hunched, knees up to your chin, looking like a gargoy...

There are very few things in life that irritate me more than an unnecessary fee. This week, the water bill decided to test that boundary. I paid it on time — because I am responsible and enjoy indoor plumbing — but while clicking through the payment screen, I noticed something that made me pause. If I had paid it late, the fee would have been nearly ten dollars. Ten dollars. For water. The thing that literally falls from the sky. Now I understand policies. I understand deadlines. I understand that systems need structure. But nearly ten dollars for being a little late? That’s not a gentle reminder. That’s a financial eye roll with attitude. And it got me thinking… I’m breaking up with extra fees. The overdraft fee? We’re not aligned. The “processing” fee? Feels suspicious. And the infamous “convenience” fee? Let’s talk about that one. Because nothing says convenience like paying extra to pay. If you want more of my money, just say that. Don’t disguise it like you’re doing me a ...

 Tell me I’m not alone in this. You know that kind of relief that hits after you’ve been holding something in for way too long? A conversation. A boundary. A decision. A truth you’ve been chewing on for weeks. You finally say it, choose it, release it — and instead of a quiet little sigh, it feels like a commercial-grade toilet flush that just… keeps… going. It starts strong and confident. You think, “Okay. Good. That’s done.” But then it keeps swirling. And swirling. And swirling. You’re standing there thinking, “Is this normal? Should I be concerned? Is it supposed to take this long?” That’s what deep emotional relief can feel like. You finally choose yourself. You finally let go. You finally stop carrying something heavy. And instead of instant calm, there’s this dramatic internal whoooooosh as your entire nervous system recalibrates. Your brain is processing. Your body is catching up. Part of you is thrilled, and another part is mildly alarmed at the volume of it all. Ther...