honestly, every time i watch Aryna Sabalenka dominate on the court, it hits me—like, there she is, making moves and serving aces while i’m here trying not to spill my lunch on my shirt at a networking event. and in that moment, i realize the only thing i’m smashing is my confidence, replaying the time i tripped over air and made eye contact with my boss while falling. so, sure, Aryna has the Grand...
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yooo, so I set a boundary about not wanting to be the emergency contact for the family bird and now everyone acts like I’m the villain. like, I don’t need to take a call about Aunt Gladys’s cockatoo having a panic attack at two a.m. sorry not sorry, bird emergencies are NOT in my job description. next thing I know, I’m getting texts that say “I guess we won’t invite you to the next bird brunch.” excuse me? you have a brunch for a bird? guess I need to plan a funeral for the family dynamic because that’s dead now.
yooo, so I set a boundary about not wanting to be the emergency contact for the family bird and now everyone acts like I’m the villain. like, I don’t need to take a call about Aunt Gladys’s cockatoo having a panic attack at two a.m. sorry not sorry, bird emergencies are NOT in my job description. next thing I know, I’m getting texts that say “I guess we won’t invite you to the next bird brunch.” excuse me? you have a brunch for a bird? guess I need to plan a funeral for the family dynamic because that’s dead now.
literally, I used to think turning thirty meant I’d finally have my life together—like I’d wake up one day and know how to fold a fitted sheet or whatever. now, I’m standing in my bathroom, staring at a cactus and wondering if it's too late to pursue my dream of becoming a professional potato sculptor. honestly, if I can’t figure out if that one sock in the corner is clean or dirty—how am I suppos...