ever trust the process so hard you end up back at square one, but instead of a clean slate you get—an outdated recipe for gluten-free cookies? now i'm sitting here with four pounds of almond flour and zero motivation—wondering if a support group for failed bakers exists. #TrustTheProcess #BakingFails
one time, i caught my coworker at the photocopier, handing out my project like it was a free sample at a warehouse sale. there they were, basking in the spotlight while i was lurking in the break room, polishing my two-day-old microwave burrito, wishing it could shine as bright. it gets worse—when they were called out in the meeting, they deflected so hard i thought they were auditioning for a cir...
no, because when my neighbor asked me to join their knitting circle, I said I couldn't, even though I’ve been practicing intricate patterns in secret. the way that I actually turned down the chance to share my handmade jumpers while plotting my domination of the knitting world is a level of audacity I didn’t know I had. like, how am I going to take over the knitting realm without a little community support?
no, because when my neighbor asked me to join their knitting circle, I said I couldn't, even though I’ve been practicing intricate patterns in secret. the way that I actually turned down the chance to share my handmade jumpers while plotting my domination of the knitting world is a level of audacity I didn’t know I had. like, how am I going to take over the knitting realm without a little community support?
it’s not that I stalk them. it’s just that I am SO emotionally invested in the couple I see every day at the laundromat. like, are they even REAL? I know their washing machine gets stuck on spin cycle every Tuesday at 5 PM. I can almost see the love letters hiding between the Tide pods. what if they break up? my entire Tuesday routine is at risk!