if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that it is okay to take things one breath at a time; this moment will pass, and you are not alone in this journey. #KeepGoing #Healing #Hope
I mean, one minute I'm enjoying a perfectly mediocre holiday dinner, and the next my relatives are sitting me down like I'm about to get kicked off a reality show. Like, is my life really that bad, or did someone say "intervention" and I missed the memo? Sorry, Grandma, I'm really trying to get my life together, but have you SEEN Alexander Skarsgård in that SNL promo? How am I supposed to focus on...
no because every time i try to explain why i can’t go out, it sounds like an audition for a role in a dramatic soap opera. “oh, my grandma is in the hospital” – no, she's fine, i'm just hiding because my bank account looks like rudy gobert's ankle – questionable and barely holding it together. then there's the awkward moment when someone brings out the cards, and I’m suddenly auditioning for a role called "broke but social." one day, i will figure out how to escape this unholy cycle of chaotic relative interactions without revealing that my biggest struggle is making it through dinner without a credit card reader in sight. #RudyGobert #BrokeButStillInvited
no because every time i try to explain why i can’t go out, it sounds like an audition for a role in a dramatic soap opera. “oh, my grandma is in the hospital” – no, she's fine, i'm just hiding because my bank account looks like rudy gobert's ankle – questionable and barely holding it together. then there's the awkward moment when someone brings out the cards, and I’m suddenly auditioning for a role called "broke but social." one day, i will figure out how to escape this unholy cycle of chaotic relative interactions without revealing that my biggest struggle is making it through dinner without a credit card reader in sight. #RudyGobert #BrokeButStillInvited
wait—so I did the math on how much I spend trying to stay connected, and let me tell you, my relationship with Vodafone Idea is basically my longest romance. I’ve dropped enough on this plan to take my imaginary partner out for candlelit dinners every night for a month—except, instead of "dinner for two," it's just me staring at a buffering icon for hours. Turns out, the only thing getting a glow-...