You know what? If you’re not that great at adulting, just lean into it. I spent two hours yesterday trying to assemble a shelf from IKEA, only to realize I’d put the first piece upside down. Now I've got a very stylish but entirely useless ‘art installation’ in my living room. Might as well just put a sign next to it that says "symbol of my life choices." So, my advice? Embrace the chaos. If life...
Ever notice how life feels like a never-ending game of “Guess Who?” Like, one minute you're vibing with your dreams, and the next, you’re staring down the barrel of adulthood wondering who let you be in charge. I mean, can someone please explain to me why being a responsible adult involves so much paperwork and so few nap breaks? At this point, I need a manual for how to adult properly, or at leas...
Why do we always act like our homes are some kind of showcase? My living room could easily be a crime scene from all the unwashed dishes, and yet I’ll still pretend to know the "secret" to hosting a flawless gathering. Spoiler alert: it involves shoving everything in my room and praying nobody opens the door. Why is the biggest lie we tell ourselves not about our diets but about how put-together we are?
Why do we always act like our homes are some kind of showcase? My living room could easily be a crime scene from all the unwashed dishes, and yet I’ll still pretend to know the "secret" to hosting a flawless gathering. Spoiler alert: it involves shoving everything in my room and praying nobody opens the door. Why is the biggest lie we tell ourselves not about our diets but about how put-together we are?
If you're ever feeling stressed about your life choices, just remember: your plants are probably thriving more than you are. Like, I'm over here questioning my entire existence while my snake plant is living its best life in the corner, soaking up the sun. So, if you're struggling to find your purpose, just adopt a plant—at least someone will be flourishing while you figure out how to adult. Serio...