Return, Ruin Everything, Rest, Repeat
a disabled notice (with bonus infrared heat)
Dearest Seekers of Warmth, ,
The free share for this month’s care package is the epilogue to the unpublishable chaos that came before it.
If you’d like to read a personal missive on a slingshot return to the industry, an existential bootcamp, and the loud-mouthed critics that move in when life gets risky… If you’d like to watch a filmed post-crash monologue at my Brooklyn screening… If you’ve ever had to surf the paradoxes of a disabled (or just overloaded) existence, I’ll see you behind Butterbean’s wall…
For my beloved window shoppers, consider the free recommendation below the last stop of the journey. It makes way more sense if you know the story that came before it, but, it also stands as a pleasure that can be enjoyed without context.
Best retained when feeling a draft across your shoulders and yearning to stand in an electromagnetic current of energy.
Enjoy!
the post-bootcamp recovery arsenal
Naturally, after the existential endurance challenge lovingly spilled behind the paywall, I decided it was time to invest in my recovery periods like I was building a luxury medical facility for one.
Given my affinity for laying on the floor, my sights landed on a fully loaded PEMF mat- an inland slab that hums with electromagnetic fields, radiates bone-deep heat though a strata of precious gemstones, and bathes you in a piping clot of red light therapy, all in the name of repairing cells aflame, boosting circulation, and soothing a withered system.
In my research spiral, I quickly encountered two paths: the slick, podcast-sponsoring mats (cost: one minor organ) or their less glamorous, but perfectly functional cousins (cost: still too much, but less). I went utilitarian, two mats, one full-body sized and one portable, together, still less than a single Bon Charge or Higher Dose. Oh, to be joyfully Exxtra AND responsible!
The full-body mat rules my routine. I plug it in and design my entire day from its heat radius. Scrawling in notebooks, tip-tapping emails and substacks, saliently meditating—it all happens sprawled on my glowing mat. Sometimes I lie on my back, sometimes on my stomach, sometimes I kneel like Mary Magdalene on the heated stones. (Is this cellular repair, winter survival, or a new form of prayer? Yes.)
The portable mat shadows me—slung behind me at my desk or draped over me like hot fudge on the couch. The best part: you can choose your magnetic frequency on this mat, depending on whether you want to be productive, relaxed, grounded, or simply hover somewhere between consciousness and slumber.
In these short, cold days, the mats have become my headquarters, my creative engine….my whole winter personality?
For you if: you want your winter to feel less like an endurance challenge and more like a holy apres-ski.
For the origin story of why I am now part-human, part-heated floor—and a video of me gamely faking energy in Brooklyn—read on…