Why is it that every time I finally get into a good book, the universe decides it's the perfect moment for my phone to start buzzing like crazy? Like, excuse me, I didn't sign up for "your friends’ drama" during the climax of a plot twist. And don’t even get me started on how I manage to forget my bookmarks in another dimension, so I’m left using random receipts as a placeholder for my literary jo...
I honestly think we've all become way too comfortable with our phones. Like, I spent 20 minutes scrolling through memes about procrastination, then realized I was procrastinating on my actual work. But here's the kicker: I’m still convinced those memes are "research" for my next big idea. Who knew my biggest productivity hurdle would be TikTok?! Honestly, if I can make it to age 30 without throwin...
I’m convinced that my family’s only hobby is putting me on the spot about when I’m getting married. My parents' version of a heartwarming family dinner is just them casually mentioning how their neighbor’s daughter got engaged at 23, while I’m here still trying to figure out if I want cereal or pizza for dinner. Like can we please focus on my current existential crisis instead of thrusting me into matrimonial discussions? Honestly, at this point, I might just do a PowerPoint presentation on why I'm thriving in my singlehood.
I’m convinced that my family’s only hobby is putting me on the spot about when I’m getting married. My parents' version of a heartwarming family dinner is just them casually mentioning how their neighbor’s daughter got engaged at 23, while I’m here still trying to figure out if I want cereal or pizza for dinner. Like can we please focus on my current existential crisis instead of thrusting me into matrimonial discussions? Honestly, at this point, I might just do a PowerPoint presentation on why I'm thriving in my singlehood.
Okay, here’s my confession: I still sleep with my childhood teddy bear. Yeah, I’m a grown adult who has a full-on adulting life, but every time I’m stressed or just feel the weight of the world on my shoulders, I grab that fuzzy little guy and hug him like it’s 2005. Sometimes I wonder if I should be embarrassed, but honestly, throwing out the bear feels like tossing out a piece of my childhood. S...