Is it just me, or does life feel like one long game of "guess what mood I'm in today"? Like, some days I wake up thinking I'm on my way to becoming a motivational speaker and other days I can barely get out of bed without a solid brunch plan. And don’t even get me started on the pressure to have it all figured out by 30. Why is there no guidebook for “adulting”? I mean, wouldn't it be great if we ...
I’m convinced that true friendship is when you can sit in silence with someone and it’s still not awkward. Like, we could be in a crowded café, and I’d be sipping my coffee while they scroll through their phone, and honestly, it feels like a cozy little bubble of understanding. Meanwhile, I’m just grateful they didn’t judge me for that third slice of cake I inhaled last week. Is it too much to say...
Why does everyone act like the gym is some magical place where life gets better? I went last week, and I’m pretty sure I left with more injuries than gains. Not to mention, the whole fitness influencer culture is basically a contest of who can look most impressive while doing the least impressive things. Like, I can barely touch my toes, but sure, let me take a selfie while I'm clearly struggling to breathe on a treadmill! At this point, my workout is just a dramatic reenactment of my will to live. Is there a trophy for that?
Why does everyone act like the gym is some magical place where life gets better? I went last week, and I’m pretty sure I left with more injuries than gains. Not to mention, the whole fitness influencer culture is basically a contest of who can look most impressive while doing the least impressive things. Like, I can barely touch my toes, but sure, let me take a selfie while I'm clearly struggling to breathe on a treadmill! At this point, my workout is just a dramatic reenactment of my will to live. Is there a trophy for that?
I’ve come to the conclusion that adulting is just Googling, “How to do x” and praying I don’t ruin my life in the process. Like, can we talk about how I’ve watched countless cooking shows yet I still somehow end up burning toast? Do I really need to explain to my neighbors why my smoke alarm goes off more than my actual phone? Honestly, I think my best dish is still *takeout*.