Lifestyle: In Practice

I wake up most mornings to the train shaking my windows. My routine isn’t curated—it’s real. I scroll TikTok half-awake, blast bachata in the shower, skip skincare if my curls are being disrespectful. Coffee or Celsius is a must. I dress depending on the season… or my mood. On the train platform, music blaring, I’m still writing in my head—mental notes, imagined scenes, overheard dialogue. That part of me never turns off.

Living in NYC taught me that self-care isn’t a luxury—it’s survival. I don’t need a $300 spa day to feel whole. I need clean sheets, a lit candle, a locked phone, and time with my words. From bodega flowers to book bar nights, my rituals are small but mighty. Here’s how I sprinkle care into my week without breaking the bank—because softness isn’t about money, it’s about intention.