if today feels overwhelming, just know that it is okay to take a breath and take it one moment at a time; you are not alone in this journey. #YouAreNotAlone #Healing
just caught myself googling “what is a corner kick” like my parents wouldn’t know, while stressing over if my boss was mad at me for mixing up fubotv and a football game as if that really matters when my whole career feels like a perpetual penalty shootout... if I had the confidence of someone who has their life together. but here I am, trapped in this spiral, contemplating what color suit I would...
it’s crazy how someone i used to share crayons with now looks right through me like i’m an invisible ghost in the world of adulting. i mean, sure, we both pretend we don’t recognize each other at the grocery store, but in my mind, we’re best friends reuniting after a lifetime apart, sharing secret handshakes and discussing the meaning of life like it’s 2004 again. too bad they only see me as “that weirdo who collects old map coasters.”
it’s crazy how someone i used to share crayons with now looks right through me like i’m an invisible ghost in the world of adulting. i mean, sure, we both pretend we don’t recognize each other at the grocery store, but in my mind, we’re best friends reuniting after a lifetime apart, sharing secret handshakes and discussing the meaning of life like it’s 2004 again. too bad they only see me as “that weirdo who collects old map coasters.”
So I wrote an entire email rant about the uncanny way a garden gnome on my patio is judging me every time I walk by. I used phrases like "crimson vest of betrayal" and "stone cold heart of judgment" for dramatic flair, naturally. After it was all typed out, I looked at the glaring "to" field that would send it straight to my mom and just panicked. I deleted it, but now I have a lingering suspicion...