TWO MONTHS ago, I wrote an essay exploring the concept of baggage (emotional and otherwise). In the past two weeks, I've been on a cathartic journey of sorts, parting with possessions that once held sentimental value by selling them on eBay and Vinted.
WE ARE IN the midst of a heatwave and it's intense. Even I, who is always cold, am overheating a little and during last night's cardio, it felt like I was in a sweat lodge. Of course, I've never actually been in a sweat lodge, but it felt like what I imagine being in what would feel like.