Air travel =❤️/🙄.

Let me start by saying that I realize how fortunate I am to even complain about being uncomfortable when flying. I actually love air travel – except for when flights are delayed or screaming babies or sick people are situated right by me. So let me be clear: this isn’t a gripey post, it’s one designed to make flying even more enjoyable and comfortable.

I only started really caring about this in my early thirties, but I wish I had done it sooner.

I faced (ha) so many skin challenges growing up; redness, dryness, acne on my face, chest and back and it wouldn’t go away. I had it from 12 to 30. While I washed and treated my face daily with whatever my dermatologist told me to, I was so focussed on drying my face out (that’s what three rounds of Accutane will do to you – eee), that I didn’t care much about nursing it back to health. By the way, the Accutane didn’t work. So once my skin finally did clear up (thanks, naturopathy), I decided it was time to start caring for it the way a grown up would. I could finally see my actual skin, and I wanted it to look young, clear, and smooth.

I drive. A lot.

I live in the suburbs and the majority of my life happens in the city, meaning there’s a good deal of commuting in my week. I love my car, but even the most comfortable seat won’t feel good for long periods of time if not positioned correctly. Not to mention, a car seat must be positioned properly for safety’s sake, too. Driving 6 inches away from the steering wheel is no safe.

40% of us claim that sitting causes back and neck pain. Forty-freakin-percent. That’s a lot of us feeling pretty, pretty uncomfortable. Sitting too close, too far, too high, too low, without lumbar support, without your wheel at the right distance and level will all affect how you feel when driving and how safe you are. Sitting too close to the wheel, for example, which is especially prevalent among shorter drivers under 5 feet, 4 inches, can be fatal.

We’ve all been there.

You spot the best pair of shoes (ever), perhaps even a little sale going on, and you want them 100%, badly. But they don’t quite fit and the size up is way too big. Then you start asking yourself, is it my sock? Are my feet swollen? How can I morph my body to fit into these? What am I doing wrong to not fit into these shoes? Nothing, my dear. Nothing. Your foot won’t grow to a perfect size 8. And what’s worse is mentally preparing yourself for the dreaded ‘break in’ period. I know those all too well. How many shoes have I purchased only to tell myself I’d just need to ease through the break-in period. Oy. Blisters, limping, hidden bandages, and sore, throbbing feet at the end of the day.