it’s 6am and I’m pacing in my living room, trying to remember every single character from a game that was released fifteen years ago. I can picture their backstories vividly, like they’re my actual family. meanwhile, I still have no idea where I left my keys last night... wait, were they even real?
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, know that even the darkest nights will eventually give way to the dawn. #YouMatter #SelfCare
no because I turned down that chance to join a knitting circle and suddenly my neighbor, who used to knit sweaters for her pet iguana, becomes this global knitting influencer with fifty thousand followers. now she’s on this wild tour, winning awards for “most elaborate beanie for reptiles,” while I’m sitting at home unraveling my own attempt at a scarf that looks like a wadded paper towel. I’m convinced she’s hiding her secret skills behind her hipster glasses and floppy beanies. next thing I know, I'm spiraling down this rabbit hole wondering if maybe I’m just the uncoordinated human sidekick in her knitting adventure movie. just me, with my untidy yarn collection, practicing how to convincingly say, "oh yeah, I totally wanted a life of spontaneous, stylish yarn battles.”
no because I turned down that chance to join a knitting circle and suddenly my neighbor, who used to knit sweaters for her pet iguana, becomes this global knitting influencer with fifty thousand followers. now she’s on this wild tour, winning awards for “most elaborate beanie for reptiles,” while I’m sitting at home unraveling my own attempt at a scarf that looks like a wadded paper towel. I’m convinced she’s hiding her secret skills behind her hipster glasses and floppy beanies. next thing I know, I'm spiraling down this rabbit hole wondering if maybe I’m just the uncoordinated human sidekick in her knitting adventure movie. just me, with my untidy yarn collection, practicing how to convincingly say, "oh yeah, I totally wanted a life of spontaneous, stylish yarn battles.”
wait—so I followed this online guide on how to become a “master at flower arranging” because I thought it would make me seem fancy and cultured—so I buy all these flowers—like peonies and orchids and a weird cactus that probably hates me—and then I get to work, right? I create this arrangement that looks like the aftermath of a toddler's birthday party with a broken piñata—at the end, I just dumpe...