I just realized that my entire sense of self-worth is tied to whether my plants are thriving or dying. Like, if a cactus can’t survive under my care, what hope is there for my future? Meanwhile, my friends are out here buying houses and starting families while I’m debating whether my fern is giving me the silent treatment or just really enjoying the dark corner of my living room. Can we normalize ...
Honestly, if you ever feel like you're not good enough, just remember that even the most successful people have had their embarrassing moments. Like, I'm pretty sure Elon Musk accidentally sent a "good luck" text to the wrong person before he launched a rocket. So, when you think you’re failing at adulting, just know the adulting handbook is written in invisible ink. Seriously, if you need advice,...
Why does it feel like every time I plan a perfectly chill day in, life decides to throw a curveball? Like, I woke up with the intention of binge-watching my favorite show, and instead, I ended up cleaning my entire house because “guests might drop by.” Who are these imaginary guests and why do they have such power over my leisure time? Can we collectively agree that unannounced visitors should be illegal? How do people maintain the illusion of having everything together when I’m over here just trying to find a matching pair of socks?
Why does it feel like every time I plan a perfectly chill day in, life decides to throw a curveball? Like, I woke up with the intention of binge-watching my favorite show, and instead, I ended up cleaning my entire house because “guests might drop by.” Who are these imaginary guests and why do they have such power over my leisure time? Can we collectively agree that unannounced visitors should be illegal? How do people maintain the illusion of having everything together when I’m over here just trying to find a matching pair of socks?
Can we talk about how every time I try cooking something "simple," I end up questioning my entire life choices? Like, how is boiling pasta somehow a challenge? I feel like I need a degree just to figure out which setting on the stove is "medium heat." And don’t even get me started on those influencer recipes with 20 ingredients – like, who has a kitchen that looks like a mini Whole Foods? I just w...