I follow a bunch of spiritual and mental-health accounts on social media, which is perfect if you want to learn self-care from memes. I honestly love how people are out there evolving and then they turn some life-changing event into a three-second animated GIF. You used to have to go stand outside a temple in the rain for two weeks if you wanted to prove your spiritual yearning, and then maybe they’d let inside to learn the secrets of some short-tempered master who kept you awake by hitting you with a stick. Now you can learn the same secrets while you’re scrolling on your phone on the toilet.

One important rule of thumb: never make promises when you’re in a good mood, because inevitably you’ll have to follow through on them when you’d rather fall out of a high window than answer your front door. So my May post slunk under the wire with zero fanfare, no email to subscribers, and me generally wanting to pretend it didn’t exist. Because why would anyone who was struggling themselves want to read about the lowest point in my year?