watching the winter olympics makes me wonder if i’m just spinning my wheels while the world glides effortlessly past me; another promotion gone, and all i get is silence like a bad snowstorm; sometimes i think about how my career is like a pair of skates – sharp, yet slippery, and i never seem to find my balance; do they not see my hard work or do they just not care? maybe i’m like that athlete th...
day 47 of refreshing the promotion email. it feels like watching my fantasy golf player, Hisatsune, swoop to second on that leaderboard while I’m stuck in the basement, invisible and untouched. they won't tell me why I was overlooked again, but in my mind, I’m the one missing the shot that could take me to the top. everyone smiles like it's a game, but it’s not just golf. it’s my life crumbling in...
the Lakers’ decision to keep things as they are has me over here feeling like my bank account after rent. i might dress well for a Zoom call, but the only bling i own is in my playlist that never gets played in public. everyone thinks im rolling in it while im trying to keep my hidden debt from laughing in my face every time i open my wallet. like, the only “big splash” i’m making this week is in my cereal bowl because there’s no milk left for coffee. #DayaposronSharpe #AdultingStruggles
the Lakers’ decision to keep things as they are has me over here feeling like my bank account after rent. i might dress well for a Zoom call, but the only bling i own is in my playlist that never gets played in public. everyone thinks im rolling in it while im trying to keep my hidden debt from laughing in my face every time i open my wallet. like, the only “big splash” i’m making this week is in my cereal bowl because there’s no milk left for coffee. #DayaposronSharpe #AdultingStruggles
wait. i just spent the last two years painting my life in colors that faded once you left. now, i find myself staring at an empty canvas—mostly gray. everyone else is mixing vibrant hues, and here i am, still trying to find a brush to paint something—anything—that isn’t just me longing for what used to be. how did i forget how to be a whole person when all i wanted was to blend our shades together...