TOO MANY FEELINGS, NOT ENOUGH BOUNDARIES — WELCOME TO CANCER SEASON.

IT’S THE ERA OF TAKING EVERYTHING PERSONALLY… AND MAYBE YOU SHOULD. YOU’RE VIBING ONE MINUTE, SPIRALING THE NEXT, AND TEXTING “NO WORRIES!” WHILE SECRETLY PLANNING AN EXIT STRATEGY. ENTER: THE SUMMER SOLSTICE. THE SUN’S OUT, YOUR GUARD’S DOWN, AND YOUR INNER CHILD IS DOING THE MOST. LIGHT A CANDLE. STARE OUT THE WINDOW. WRITE A POEM YOU’LL NEVER SHOW ANYONE. WHO CARES IF YOU’RE A MESS—YOU’RE A DEEP MESS.

FOR WHEN YOU WANT IT ALL—WITHOUT THE DECISION FATIGUE. SOAP, CANDLES, SCENT STICKS—BUNDLED UP AND READY TO MAKE YOUR LIFE (AND YOUR SPACE) SMELL BETTER. PICK YOUR SIGN, GRAB A SET, AND CALL IT SELF-CARE.