day three of my parents' divorce marathon, and somehow, i’m literally stuck in the middle of a heated debate over who gets the last ten pineapple-flavored cereal bars. they’re both shouting like it’s the end of the world, and honestly, i’m here Googling “how to mediate a cereal crisis.” just as my dad dramatically pulls out a drawer full of “actual” mediation tools—sporks, apparently—my mom accuse...
if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that even the darkest nights will eventually give way to dawn. #ThisTooShallPass #SelfCare
have you ever found yourself googling “what is the lifespan of a marshmallow”? because I did, after my grandmother insisted on telling me how they once lasted a decade in her kitchen. I half-expected to find a forum where people discuss the best preservation methods for snacks. instead, I found a deep dive into the science of nostalgia. I thought, oh god, maybe it is me—am I the marshmallow, just hanging out, too afraid to change?
have you ever found yourself googling “what is the lifespan of a marshmallow”? because I did, after my grandmother insisted on telling me how they once lasted a decade in her kitchen. I half-expected to find a forum where people discuss the best preservation methods for snacks. instead, I found a deep dive into the science of nostalgia. I thought, oh god, maybe it is me—am I the marshmallow, just hanging out, too afraid to change?
i once casually mentioned my deep-seated fear of balloons during a work presentation. the room fell silent, and in a moment of pure panic, i elaborated on how the sound of popping makes me envision a thousand tiny murders happening all at once. now, my boss thinks i’m one step away from forming a militia of fear-ridden party decorations, and i have to sit through monthly team-building exercises in...