The Wednesday Wellness threads are meant to encourage users to ask for and provide advice and motivation to improve their lives. It isn't intended as a 'containment thread' and any content which could go here could instead be posted in its own thread. You could post:
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Requests for advice and / or encouragement. On basically any topic and for any scale of problem.
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Updates to let us know how you are doing. This provides valuable feedback on past advice / encouragement and will hopefully make people feel a little more motivated to follow through. If you want to be reminded to post your update, see the post titled 'update reminders', below.
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Advice. This can be in response to a request for advice or just something that you think could be generally useful for many people here.
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Encouragement. Probably best directed at specific users, but if you feel like just encouraging people in general I don't think anyone is going to object. I don't think I really need to say this, but just to be clear; encouragement should have a generally positive tone and not shame people (if people feel that shame might be an effective tool for motivating people, please discuss this so we can form a group consensus on how to use it rather than just trying it).
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My junior survived her internship. Genuinely survived, she had an awful time, and now has a job in Australia waiting: more money, more sun, the universe settling a debt. Very inspirational, I'd be off to the Sunshine Coast if I could, instead I must endure the Scottish sun and coast.
I offered to get her something to celebrate the occasion. She declined. I bought cupcakes anyway, nice ones from M&S, on the medical grounds that her caloric intake is a matter of public concern and I have a firm policy of not listening to women about whether they need to eat. Success rate: non-zero. Still going.
Then I got a migraine and microwaved the cupcakes. Not my food. The cupcakes. She was touched. Took a photo for TikTok, laughed maniacally till she had tears in her eyes, and ate none of them, because she doesn't eat cake. Except when PMSing. Allegedly. I asked how I was meant to know when that was.
"Don't worry, self_made_human. You'll find out."
I have never been more afraid. I couldn't even fob them off on the very broke German med student, mostly because I was too honest and described them as cupcakes from Chernobyl.
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