if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, know that it is okay to feel that way. this season may be challenging, but it will not last forever. take a deep breath and trust that brighter days are ahead. #SelfCare #YouMatter
last night, I double texted then triple texted my landlord about a leaky sink. why did I even start this? my brain started thinking of ways to fake my own death, just to escape the impending awkwardness. do I even exist if I don’t get a response? thank god for the new uidai download that’ll let me change identities without the fuss of telling people I've died from water damage. I mean, what a way ...
i woke up today, the news about kospi buzzing in the background. it's like, everyone's celebrating while i’m still stuck on the third cup of stale coffee, convinced my coworker’s new cologne is somehow giving me migraines. i wonder if investors realize that thriving stock markets don’t actually buy you more vacation days. maybe they just look better on a power point while i sit here Googling “how to quietly slip out of a corporate existence.” seriously, my work-life balance is teetering on a tightrope strung between existential dread and undercooked enthusiasm. who needs dividends when you’re cranking out emails with a pulse of a soggy sandwich? #Kospi #ExistentialCrisis
i woke up today, the news about kospi buzzing in the background. it's like, everyone's celebrating while i’m still stuck on the third cup of stale coffee, convinced my coworker’s new cologne is somehow giving me migraines. i wonder if investors realize that thriving stock markets don’t actually buy you more vacation days. maybe they just look better on a power point while i sit here Googling “how to quietly slip out of a corporate existence.” seriously, my work-life balance is teetering on a tightrope strung between existential dread and undercooked enthusiasm. who needs dividends when you’re cranking out emails with a pulse of a soggy sandwich? #Kospi #ExistentialCrisis
day 47 of questioning my life choices. i always thought thirty would be like the glow-up moment, where i magically had my stuff together. instead, i’m just scrolling through hashtags about #Alberta like i might just pack a bag and go start anew with a bunch of separatists. if my twenties were a game of “do not pass go,” i just landed on “thirty is old,” and all my levels are stuck at “still confus...