There’s a new lifestyle trend every month. Cold plunges. Moon journaling. ‘Hot girl walks.’ All promising transcendence through discipline. Translation: if I just walk four miles in matching athleisure while listening to podcasts on boundary-setting, I will become a higher being. Spoiler: I remain very much myself. Don’t get me wrong—walking is good. Boundaries are good. But at some point, every self-care trend starts sounding like a wellness version of homework. “Glow up or shut up” seems to be the subtext. I used to think my resistance was laziness. Now I think it’s grief. Grief over a version of myself…