I didn’t just clean a corner—I shifted the energy of the entire room. This post is a celebration of small wins, emotional glow-ups, and why wiping down one end table absolutely counts. If you’ve ever done the bare minimum and felt like Beyoncé afterward… this one’s for you.

Self-care isn’t always pretty. Sometimes it’s muting people, drinking your coffee while it’s still hot, or canceling plans with zero guilt. This post is your permission slip to call survival “self-care” and mean it.