You ever notice how everyone gives unsolicited life advice like they’re some kind of expert? Like, “Just be yourself!” as if that doesn’t come with its own set of anxiety and awkwardness. It’s like telling a fish to climb a tree. How about we all just admit that we’re all winging it and maybe focus on minding our own mental health mess for a change? Imagine the chaos we could avoid if everyone jus...
So here's the truth: if you're waiting for the "perfect moment" to start something—whether it’s a new hobby, a passion project, or just trying to be a better person—spoiler alert: it doesn’t exist. I spent a solid year binge-watching motivational videos while doing absolutely nothing, just to hit a point where I needed a motivational speech just to get out of bed. It’s like waiting for that perfec...
I’ve been trying to get into reading more because “smart” is the new “hot,” right? But every time I pick up a book, I find myself falling asleep within 10 pages. Meanwhile, I can binge-watch a whole season of a trashy reality show in one sitting like it’s some kind of Olympic sport. So here I am, proudly confessing that I’d rather watch 90-Day Fiancé than tackle the latest literary classic. I guess I’m just trying to find the perfect blend of drama without having to actually think about my life choices. Anyone else on this struggle bus with me?
I’ve been trying to get into reading more because “smart” is the new “hot,” right? But every time I pick up a book, I find myself falling asleep within 10 pages. Meanwhile, I can binge-watch a whole season of a trashy reality show in one sitting like it’s some kind of Olympic sport. So here I am, proudly confessing that I’d rather watch 90-Day Fiancé than tackle the latest literary classic. I guess I’m just trying to find the perfect blend of drama without having to actually think about my life choices. Anyone else on this struggle bus with me?
Why is it that every time I think I have my life together, I somehow end up scrolling through my phone at 3 AM, debating whether to change career paths or just buy a one-way ticket to Bali? Like, am I really living my best life, or am I just a glorified adult who still can’t fold a fitted sheet? And here’s a hot take: maybe the “meaning of life” is just figuring out how to adult without losing you...