This week, I'm obsessed with canceling plans. (Actually, more accurately: every week I'm obsessed with canceling plans.) There is nothing — and I mean nothing — more elite than a canceled plan that happens before I've left the house.
Let me be clear: if I am already at the location, seated at the restaurant, or halfway through an overpriced mocktail, absolutely not. That's a betrayal. Get your ass here or delete my number.
However, if I'm still home? If I haven't called the Uber? If I never, truly, emotionally committed? Please, feel free to cancel.
Truthfully, I am thrilled to take my pants off. To unhook my bra. To wash my face and scrub off the makeup I so painstakingly applied a few short minutes ago. I would love to sit on my couch with my cozy Lola Blanket ($275) (pricey, but very, very worth it), put on a show, and eat a little snack in the comfort of my own home.
Maybe it's a hot take, but sometimes the most luxurious thing you can do is absolutely nothing. No small talk, no splitting the bill, no standing in a loud bar pretending you're having the time of your life. Just you, your blanket, and the quiet satisfaction of knowing you chose correctly.
Double Dog Dare You: This weekend, cancel a plan. Okay, not your best friend's birthday dinner, but, like — the drinks you said yes to out of obligation. Choose cozy and don't apologize.
