There was a period of my life when I had a very reliable routine of dosing myself with little treats to get through the day. During a stressful workday in my Manhattan office (which was pretty much every day), I would pop out for a latte and a pastry to get through the afternoon slog as a little booster or reward for working hard. Maybe twice, if it was a doozy. And then, on more evenings than I care to remember, I’d stop at H&M or Zara on the way home to pick up a cute new look.
I told myself I deserved it. And in that moment, I believed that. But what I couldn’t see then – and only really understood years later – was that I wasn’t treating myself. I was self-soothing. What I’d been calling treats was really a form of retail therapy: emotional spending I leaned on to get through the day. There’s a difference, and it took a complete lifestyle change for me to see it clearly.













