I literally spent three hours debating whether to confess my eternal love for the barista who serves my coffee every morning. I know she probably thinks I’m just a regular customer, but honestly, I wrote her a poem. Yeah, a whole poem. I was going to slide it under the counter, but all I could manage to say was "okay" when she smiled at me. So now I just awkwardly sip my caramel latte, pretending ...
day 14 of holding my breath after my neighbor borrowed my lawnmower and returned it with a chip in the blade. i casually pointed it out while we sipped lemonade, but she laughed like it was a joke. now i’m wondering if anyone’s actually using the word ‘borrowed’ when they take things that weren’t theirs in the first place.
it’s two in the morning and my side hustle is making more than my actual job. instead of being grateful, i feel like a failure, living in a life where my passion is now a paycheck. funny how i used to dream of quitting my job for the “dream career,” and now i’m just stuck scrolling through memes to avoid the existential crisis. is it too late to apply for a job at the mariners? #CcMarinersVsMelbourneVictory #ExistentialDread
it’s two in the morning and my side hustle is making more than my actual job. instead of being grateful, i feel like a failure, living in a life where my passion is now a paycheck. funny how i used to dream of quitting my job for the “dream career,” and now i’m just stuck scrolling through memes to avoid the existential crisis. is it too late to apply for a job at the mariners? #CcMarinersVsMelbourneVictory #ExistentialDread
i quit my stable job to pursue my passion of making artisanal soap from Himalayan sea salt and rose petals. it’s the dream, right? but as i sit here with lavender in my hair and five batches of failed soap stacked in my kitchen, i can't help but wonder... how do you know when passion turns into just being weird? i mean, are we meant to romanticize every choice, or are there moments we just... um, ...