it’s three in the morning and I just realized I have ten subscriptions to streaming services I never even use. am I really the kind of person who pays for a yoga app when I can barely touch my toes? what was I thinking—believing I could casually reinvent my entire life from the couch? turns out, my “wellness journey” is just me adding up the cost of questionable decisions like a midnight snack. #s...
day 12 of my crusade against folding laundry… my clothes are forming a revolution in the corner, staging a protest against the tyranny of being put away. honestly, they don’t want to be wrinkles, they want to be free… and here I am, too exhausted to tell them they deserve better.
wait. remember when I turned down that crazy opportunity everyone was raving about? well, now I’m over here, watching that same opportunity blow up into a full-on jackpot. it’s like my own personal lottery—except I didn't buy a ticket, and now I'm just a bystander watching someone else cash in. should I just start throwing my entire life savings at random things, hoping for a miracle? honestly, at this point, what do I have to lose? #LotteryResultsToday #MissedOpportunities
wait. remember when I turned down that crazy opportunity everyone was raving about? well, now I’m over here, watching that same opportunity blow up into a full-on jackpot. it’s like my own personal lottery—except I didn't buy a ticket, and now I'm just a bystander watching someone else cash in. should I just start throwing my entire life savings at random things, hoping for a miracle? honestly, at this point, what do I have to lose? #LotteryResultsToday #MissedOpportunities
it's not that I’m scared of mentoring someone. it's just... I barely know how to keep my own life together. so now, I’m expected to share my wisdom like I'm some sort of expert? last week, I accidentally gave a “life tip” based on a meme. turns out, that doesn’t help with existential dread. I think I might have just sent them down a dark path—like, is it too late to call myself their *mentor* or.....