why is it that people will put their whole heart into a new hobby and call it ‘passion’ while I literally just feel guilty every time I glance at my unused gym membership? I watch my neighbor become a marathon runner while I struggle to run to the couch without needing a break. it’s like one person’s success makes headlines and mine is just… sad. like, are we not all just trying to avoid becoming ...
not gonna lie, i used to feel bad when my friend bragged about getting a promotion after weeks of grinding. meanwhile, i sat in my tiny studio where my walls feel like they’re closing in. i mean, one person gets praised for killing themselves at work while i try to convince myself that my couch is a luxury destination, trying to ignore the black mold creeping into every corner of my mind and my ki...
it's 2am and i just cleaned out my closet for the third time this month, staring at all those untouched hobbies crammed into cardboard boxes. my guitar sits in the corner, silently judging me for abandoning it the moment i felt overwhelmed by life. i scroll through the list of shows and books i always meant to dive into, but the idea of starting feels heavier than the piles of clothes i could never bring myself to donate. it’s funny how much effort we put into pretending we enjoy things that once brought us joy, like hosting game nights and learning new recipes, while inside we're just avoiding the lonely truth that nobody wants to join us anymore. #hobbystruggles #feelinglost
it's 2am and i just cleaned out my closet for the third time this month, staring at all those untouched hobbies crammed into cardboard boxes. my guitar sits in the corner, silently judging me for abandoning it the moment i felt overwhelmed by life. i scroll through the list of shows and books i always meant to dive into, but the idea of starting feels heavier than the piles of clothes i could never bring myself to donate. it’s funny how much effort we put into pretending we enjoy things that once brought us joy, like hosting game nights and learning new recipes, while inside we're just avoiding the lonely truth that nobody wants to join us anymore. #hobbystruggles #feelinglost
i have a friend who works in a wellness shop, selling crystals and essential oils, while simultaneously forgetting to put a lid on the jar of burnt-out dreams in the back office. she swears by the “energy” in those little stones, but her boss? he's somehow flying first class with the health insurance plan i never had. like—how can you preach self-care while skimping on it for employees who make th...