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Rachel Zapata

For those who are tired of constantly working on themselves and just want to enjoy life once in a while (or actually most of the time). Weekly stories, silly memes, and helpful reflections for your nervous system. No more doomscrolling on social media to find them yourself! Subscribe now (it's FREE), then just sit back, relax, and do nothing :)

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I'm f***ing exhausted from making this FREE OFFERING!

I'm f***ing exhausted from making this FREE OFFERING! Did I say I was going to send this tomorrow? Yes.Am I being a bit impulsive? Yes.Will I probably find a teeny flaw or two and immediately say to myself, "RACHEL THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD HAVE WAITED"? Yes. BUT I have a One Piece Card Game tournament tomorrow and I gotta save my energy (and I'm just impatient and excited), so HERE IT IS A DAY EARLY! *confetti flies everywhere* Even if you're f***ing exhausted and not an actor, or an actor who...

You have permission to eat a lobster. Post by @littlepondfaerie Not really much else to say—@littlepondfaerie hit the nail on the head. What I will say before I go off to a wedding (currently typing in the lounge of a very cute country club in Rhode Island—the Ocean State if you didn't know!) is that I have been working on a FREE offering for my actor community! Woo!!Or really, for anyone who is curious. I personally think it can be helpful to anyone. :)So, I've decided to give you all a...

Sock Puppets, Time, and Not Doing Enough Art by Sarah Anderson Guess where I was last week instead of writing my next newsletter to you all? In my bed. Curled up like a little gremlin. I crashed. Hard. My brain no longer formed thoughts. I was a blob. A gremlin, hermit, blob of a creature. And once again I am asking myself: why did I crash so hard? Why could I do nothing but binge shows about a girl who loves poison in feudal china, witches with a furry friend that looks like a cozy white...

Abnormally Long Acorns, Forest Elves, and Costco Art by Laurel Greenfield So, I’m currently sitting in the Glendora Costco parking lot. The sun is shining, the lot is huge, and I swear I can smell a hint of a chicken bake in the distance. Let me start by saying: it’s fucking incredible. But that may or may not be the point of this tale. Recently, I’ve been waking up in the mornings stressed—or at least slightly stressed out—about all the work I didn’t get done the day before. And then, since...

“Now you will awaken feeling calm and relaxed.” Art by Anna-Laura Sullivan As part of my daily routine, I have now incorporated some gut-directed hypnotherapy to see if I can ease some of my unpleasant symptoms (aka: I still want to poop more). It requires me to sit or lie down and listen to an audio recording for about 18 minutes. Usually I just fall asleep. I’m told that’s okay? I’ll take it. Well today I was anything but falling asleep. I woke up at 6:00AM in a panic. Why? I couldn’t tell...

Turns out carrots aren't just good for your eyes... Art By Anna-Laura Sullivan So recently I’ve been cooking more. I know it’s kind of a big deal. I’M CHOPPING THINGS WITH MY OWN HANDS. But no one told me it would take five extra minutes to cut up zucchini and carrots. Possibly seven if you’re trying to use a regular knife instead of a kitchen knife because you’d rather do anything else than clean another kitchen utensil. Five. Whole. Minutes. Just think of all of the other things I could get...

Sunlight, Pooping, and the Things We Tell Ourselves. Art by @bleobsdoodles I guess I’m now a morning person? WHAT. As I once again doomscrolled on my phone at 12:35am for ways to help me feel less stressed so I could poop more I came across a video about the importance of our circadian rhythm. Like duh, sleep is important and sun on your skin is important, and now wait….apparently TIMING is important (as if we don’t have enough to keep track of am I right?). It’s not just about getting sun,...

It's Fucking Hot Outside. I've had a few clients mention recently that things feel very overwhelming and they don’t know why: that they're doing all the things that normally keep them feeling hopeful and pleasant, and yet for some reason, they just feel unusually overwhelmed and anxious. And then they say "It's really fucking hot outside," and I say, "YES," because it's hot where I am too, and then we spend 10 minutes bitching about how sweaty we are AND THIS IS ALL SO VALID. A reminder: if...

Hello!!! I was going to have my first letter to you all be my origin story... and for the life of me I have no desire to do that. Thankfully so far all of you subscribers are my friends and family, so I think I can get away with it....Hee hee. And now as I sit here in my living room, my aloha protein bar in hand, unshowered, in a t-shirt I've worn the past three days in a row, the feeling arises: the feeling there is something I should do or need to do, and all I want to do is something else....