I’ve been thinking about how we all have that one friend who claims they "don’t need social media." Like, cool, Steve, but do you also not need electricity? Because who are you sharing your deep, profound thoughts with? Your cat? Meanwhile, I’m over here scrolling through TikTok at 3 AM, soaking in life advice from random strangers while simultaneously judging their dance moves. I’d like to think ...
I have a confession: I low-key judge people by their music taste. Like, if your Spotify playlist is 90% sad breakup songs, I’m questioning your life choices. But then again, I’m the person who still has a guilty pleasure for early 2000s boy bands and screams the lyrics in the shower like I’m auditioning for a one-woman show. So, who am I to talk? Maybe we’re all just one impromptu karaoke night aw...
Honestly, if you’re waiting for the “right time” to start something big, let me save you the trouble: there’s never gonna be a right time. That’s just procrastination dressed up in a fancy outfit. I mean, I’m over here still waiting for my laundry to fold itself while I channel my inner Tony Robbins from the couch. So go ahead, quit the excuses. Start that side hustle, apply for that job, or eat that leftover pizza at 2 AM because who cares! Life is too short for perfect timing.
Honestly, if you’re waiting for the “right time” to start something big, let me save you the trouble: there’s never gonna be a right time. That’s just procrastination dressed up in a fancy outfit. I mean, I’m over here still waiting for my laundry to fold itself while I channel my inner Tony Robbins from the couch. So go ahead, quit the excuses. Start that side hustle, apply for that job, or eat that leftover pizza at 2 AM because who cares! Life is too short for perfect timing.
I’ve reached that point in my life where I keep obsessing over my childhood dreams and realizing that “successful” me was supposed to be a renowned astronaut or an award-winning artist. Instead, here I am, lost in a maze of quarterly reports and wondering if it's too late to take up knitting as a side hustle. Like, can someone explain when adulthood became just paying bills and pretending to know ...