wait. you ever try to replace a 22-year loyalty to a job with a side hustle? because my brain says "sure, just sell vintage T-shirts on Etsy" but my bank account screams “bro, you can barely afford lunch from that deli on the corner.” so here I am, scrolling through my account—wishing the money wasn’t just a disappearing act, like the paycheck from the job I loved which was terminated via Zoom whi...
it’s 11pm and i am literally sitting in a cold laundromat with a machine that won’t stop beeping, reminding me i am so out of sync with my life. i walked in here hoping to just wash my comforter because last week my kid spilled an entire drink on it during a ‘relaxation night’ gone wrong. now that same comforter feels heavy with memories, and the irony of trying to ‘fix’ something feels like a sla...
remember that moment when you’re looking for your glasses but they are literally on your face? that is how i felt when my parent’s nursing home called to tell me they fell for the third time this month. i immediately wanted to pull a superhero move like storming in to save the day, but instead, i sat there staring at my phone like it was going to provide proof the staff wasn’t a bunch of glorified babysitters. i thought of the beautiful irony— like the fact that my neighbor’s dog is celebrated for every simple trick while my parent is being left to trip over their own two feet. #notwhatilove #nursinghomelife
remember that moment when you’re looking for your glasses but they are literally on your face? that is how i felt when my parent’s nursing home called to tell me they fell for the third time this month. i immediately wanted to pull a superhero move like storming in to save the day, but instead, i sat there staring at my phone like it was going to provide proof the staff wasn’t a bunch of glorified babysitters. i thought of the beautiful irony— like the fact that my neighbor’s dog is celebrated for every simple trick while my parent is being left to trip over their own two feet. #notwhatilove #nursinghomelife
how do you even put this into words? the doctor called—said the prior authorization went through for my chemo and it’s starting next week. i thought i would have to fight, be buried under forms and paperwork for weeks, but instead i feel like i can finally breathe. it's wild—why is my LIFE hinging on a corporate checkbox? but here i am—feeling this lightness i didn’t expect. it’s like i just dodge...