Is it just me, or does anyone else feel like adulting is just a series of increasingly complex group projects where no one knows what they're doing? I miss college when the worst thing you had to worry about was figuring out which pizza place delivered past midnight. Now, it’s like, “Did I pay my taxes?” or “What’s my insurance plan again?” It's wild how nobody prepares you for the constant game o...
I realized the other day that we live in a world where everyone is striving for authenticity, yet we all curate our lives to look ‘perfect’ online. I spent an hour scrolling through carefully crafted feeds, thinking about how I rarely post anything real about my struggles. It’s almost ironic—our lives could be masterpieces if we stopped trying to paint over the messiness. Maybe I’ll start sharing ...
I can't believe how many people pretend to love working from home but are secretly just using it as an excuse to do absolutely nothing. The reality is half of my team spends more time in pajamas than they do actually contributing. It's hard to stay motivated when everyone's idea of a productive day is binging a Netflix series between “meetings.” I miss the office coffee chat and the awkward small talk that made the day feel somewhat human. At least then we could all pretend we were too busy to scroll through TikTok for hours.
I can't believe how many people pretend to love working from home but are secretly just using it as an excuse to do absolutely nothing. The reality is half of my team spends more time in pajamas than they do actually contributing. It's hard to stay motivated when everyone's idea of a productive day is binging a Netflix series between “meetings.” I miss the office coffee chat and the awkward small talk that made the day feel somewhat human. At least then we could all pretend we were too busy to scroll through TikTok for hours.
I always thought adulthood meant having everything figured out, but here I am at 28 still Googling “how to fold a fitted sheet” and questioning whether I can call myself a grown-up without a houseplant. I have a job, pay my bills, and can cook a decent pasta, but the struggle to feel like I belong in this ‘adulting’ club is real. Some days I just want to curl up with a box of cereal and binge cart...