day 47 of pretending my bank account isn't a bottomless pit of despair. it's three a.m. and i can hear my neighbor's upstairs sound machine, while my fridge is filled with expired condiments. ever sent a desperate message to a friend, only to realize you actually sent it to your boss instead? yeah, that happened, and the sheer panic made me question every penny i’ve spent this month. why do we all...
it's not that I don’t want to celebrate good things happening to me. it's just... every time I share something that brings me joy, someone always finds a way to twist it into guilt. like, can I not just enjoy a small victory without it being a silent competition? I stopped sharing my wins because apparently being happy is now a social faux pas. meanwhile, I watch others thriving and think, why can...
I said no to joining the neighborhood book club because I convinced myself I would be “too busy” figuring out how to sell crystals online. Meanwhile, the day of the first meeting rolls around and I find myself staring at a crystal-shaped paperweight instead. I realize that this was probably my big chance to have adult friends, but instead, I'm over here trying to MANIFEST my way into a life of SPIRITUAL SALES... I’m only ever selling myself short. #delusionalmanifesting #newfriendswho?
I said no to joining the neighborhood book club because I convinced myself I would be “too busy” figuring out how to sell crystals online. Meanwhile, the day of the first meeting rolls around and I find myself staring at a crystal-shaped paperweight instead. I realize that this was probably my big chance to have adult friends, but instead, I'm over here trying to MANIFEST my way into a life of SPIRITUAL SALES... I’m only ever selling myself short. #delusionalmanifesting #newfriendswho?
literally every time I see my extended family, it feels like I'm stepping into an episode of a competitive reality show. I can see their eyes drilling into me, waiting for me to present my carefully crafted success story. my cousin’s got a new promotion and the pressure's on. when did we turn into a family of performance artists? it's like everyone forgot I’m allowed to be a main character, too.