Author: Clemmie Potvin

I was sitting in my favorite corner of a bustling, open-concept co-working space last month, clutching my “Stay Wild” mug and trying to focus, when the sensory overload hit me like a physical wall. Between the clacking keyboards and the hollow, echoing chatter, my brain felt like it was being…

Have you ever sat at your desk, staring at a mounting pile of tasks while your brain feels like it’s trying to run a marathon through waist-deep molasses? You know that heavy, suffocating sensation where even a simple email feels like a monumental feat? That is your body screaming that…

I was sitting in my favorite sun-drenched corner this morning, cradling a hand-painted ceramic mug I picked up in a tiny coastal village, when I realized just how much “wellness” advice feels like a cluttered, disorganized spreadsheet. We’ve all seen those influencers peddling expensive, “miracle” supplements to fix our energy,…

I was sitting in a minimalist co-working space last month, clutching my favorite “Keep Going” mug from Portland, when the sheer auditory violence of the room hit me. Every sharp click of a mechanical keyboard and every hushed, echoing phone call felt like a tiny hammer against my focus. We’ve…