day 37 of pretending i'm a prize-winning author. practiced my shocked and gracious face for when i inevitably get called up on stage to receive a nonexistent literary award. seriously, i practiced thanking my imaginary cat for “believing in me” during those sleepless nights, while clutching a fake book with a cover that has my face on it. guess i should probably write something first.
not gonna lie, I keep replaying that argument from work in my head like it’s the plot twist in a really bad movie—should I have told my boss they could use some sensitivity training, or should I have just gotten up and walked out?—so here I am, in the shower practicing the delivery like I’m a stand-up comic, only to realize I’m just splashing soap everywhere and really need to stop taking career a...
if you are in the midst of a storm, hold on tight; even the darkest nights are followed by the light of a new dawn. #HopeExists #MentalHealthSupport #KeepGoing
if you are in the midst of a storm, hold on tight; even the darkest nights are followed by the light of a new dawn. #HopeExists #MentalHealthSupport #KeepGoing
wait, so I just realized I've been hosting these imaginary brunches for a friend who ghosted me last summer— I keep buying fancy avocado toast toppings like they are somehow going to magically reappear at my table— if I keep it up, I might as well start a podcast about unrequited breakfasts— honestly, I'm just one orange juice away from a full-on existential crisis. #breakfastwithghosts #hostesswi...