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1. At every turn, I’m convinced I must be one of the luckiest people in the world. There’s a nagging part that questions why me<\/em>, but I know exactly why: it’s partly circumstantial (the true luck of the draw), and the rest can only be attributed to the sacrifices my parents made\u2014and continue to make\u2014so that I can live a life of, and on, my terms.<\/p>\n The older I get, the more intense and frequent these waves of gratitude. They’ve been tidal lately.<\/p>\n 2. I’ve been absent here because I’ve been everywhere else. (Mostly\u00a0here<\/em><\/a>, where I’ve been sharing my beauty nonpareils and objects of affection<\/a>.) It’s a tale as old as time, isn’t it?\u00a0I promise I’ll write more<\/em>\u2014I say into the digital void\u2014then disappear without a trace for nearly two months. Writer’s block only exists when I’m tasking myself with a project (even one as simple as a little blog post here and there), yet miraculously lifts the moment a brief or commission comes through.<\/p>\n If I were feeling more articulate, this would’ve turned into a stream-of-consciousness dissertation on how capitalism trains us to value career (or production, really) over fueling self and soul\u2014but I only have the wherewithal to glaze over the thought in a bullet within a listicle. Critics of Gen Z and its successors would call it “brain rot” (pilfered from the very demographic they lambaste); I simply attribute it to late capitalism.<\/p>\n … Or my luteal phase.<\/p>\n 3. The last two months seemed to have slipped through my fingertips. It’s in part due to the lack of seasonality here in L.A.\u2014it looks like summer, feels like summer, but the calendar distinctly places us strictly amid autumn\u2014and as an ex-Jersey girl, I rely on the crisp shift in temperature to situate where I am in the year. I’m yearning for Babycat<\/a><\/em> weather. I have bottles of delicious woody fragrances<\/a> and rich ambers<\/a> to wear. How is it October and still too hot for a warm gourmand?<\/p>\n 4. I genuinely believed that the new Sally Rooney<\/a> would resurrect me from this reading rut, but as it turns out, Stephan Zweig’s Beware of Pity<\/em><\/a> was what my brain craved. Granted, I’m only a few pages in\u2014but this is more progress than I’ve made most of the year.<\/p>\n 5. Augustinus Bader The Cream<\/a> is truly the cr\u00e8me de la creams. I tested it for Editorialist<\/em><\/a> and the moment I finished my bottle of Dieux Air Angel<\/a> (which I also adore), The Cream took its place in cementing sinkside real estate.<\/p>\n .\u00a0 \u00a0.\u00a0 \u00a0.<\/p>\n xx<\/p>\nA SENSIBLE <\/em>EDIT<\/h6>\n