wait, my mom just asked when I'm having kids again — I don’t even have a plant that hasn't wilted yet. I told her I can't take care of myself, let alone tiny humans. at this point, I’m just collecting motivational mugs that say "dream big" while simultaneously Googling "am I the problem." honestly, it feels like my biggest commitment is finishing my coffee before it gets cold.
it's day 47 of my quest to embrace my passion and quit my stable job. just found out about this 'wolves vs shrewsbury' drama and honestly, it hit me hard. who knew a football match could make me question my life choices? i mean, was my whole 9-to-5 grind just the stability i took for granted? now i’m sitting here debating if my passion for painting will pay the bills while imagining a dramatic sce...
no because i literally told my friends i had a family emergency to avoid going out, and now i’m just sitting at home organizing my collection of old post-its like it’s a NATIONAL TREASURE. they’re gonna be so surprised when they find out my biggest crisis is deciding whether the neon pink or the lavender post-it goes with my mood board.
no because i literally told my friends i had a family emergency to avoid going out, and now i’m just sitting at home organizing my collection of old post-its like it’s a NATIONAL TREASURE. they’re gonna be so surprised when they find out my biggest crisis is deciding whether the neon pink or the lavender post-it goes with my mood board.
last night, i accidentally walked in on a mime at the park practicing for a gig. instead of leaving, i stood there for twenty minutes, rehearsing my grand escape lines. i realized today, i gave a second chance to someone who used it to talk to the mime. now they’re planning a street performance together. i mean, at least someone’s getting a shot.