Spice Up Your Week, Whatever That Means to You

Welcome to this week…

It’s the third and fourth week of April—and it’s giving:
Pints of something sweet, drenched in sun.
Crocuses lining the pavement.
Winds that try to knock you over.
Cinnamon buns with iced lattes.
And spring cleanings are just waiting to happen.

Here’s a little guide to spicing up your week:

First, let go of something.
Take this however you’d like: maybe it's that top you never wear, or that situationship that ended in November but still haunts your brain.
Maybe it's the need to always be productive. Or the idea that you have to be perfect all the time.
Maybe—just maybe—it’s winter.

Dust it out of the corners of your mind.

Spring is all about renewal. But you can’t refresh your world if you're still clinging to what no longer serves you.

Make this week your first iced latte of the season.
Already checked that box? Try something new.
Matcha. Chai. Iced hot chocolate.
We all need to taste something different once in a while.

Reconnect with someone you miss.
Maybe life got busy. Maybe you both drifted. But if you miss them—reach out.
It might be the start of a beautiful (old) friendship.

Read something that challenges you.
For some reason, this week is giving non-fiction energy.
Subscribe to a Substack. Pick up The New Yorker. Read an in-depth investigative piece.
Let your mind drift through someone else’s reality—and maybe learn something new.

(Extra points if you sip your new drink while doing it—there’s nothing more chic than reading The New Yorker with an iced latte at a coffee shop.)

Do something you loved as a child.
The more physical, the better.
As adults, we’re trained to sit still—to slump at desks, to hit the gym for one rigid hour. But as kids? We moved for joy.
We ran, climbed trees, cannonballed into pools just for the thrill of the splash.

So do something for your childhood self. And this part’s important: give zero shits if someone’s watching.
You only get one life. It is always better to be the joyous judged than the cynical judge.

Treat yourself. Whatever that means to you.
For me, it’s painting my nails. It’s practicing my fake tan so I can master the streak-free glow before summer.
It’s slathering on a hair mask and eating cinnamon swirls for breakfast.
Because contentment lives in the little things—and I want to make the most of them.

And if you’re feeling low, or sad, or overwhelmed by the world right now—that’s okay too.
If even thinking about doing any of these things feels like too much, just remember:
This feeling—like all feelings—is temporary.
You’ve survived every single one of your worst days.

Toodle-oo!
Emma <3