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Rants: did you ever write a thank you speech for an award you haven't even won yet? wel…

have you ever let someone take the heat for something you did because the thought of owning up made you feel like a crime lord at a bingo night? well, once I swapped the labels on my neighbor's gourmet spices and blamed my cat, and now my kitchen’s a war zone—shards of pepper everywhere. I’m sorry, thyme! who knew some people wouldn’t find it funny? anyway, now every time I smell saffron, I panic ...

if you are feeling overwhelmed right now, just know that every challenging moment you face is a step on the path to becoming stronger and more resilient. #KeepGoing #MentalHealthSupport #SelfCare

did you ever write a thank you speech for an award you haven't even won yet? well, i did. there i was, daydreaming in my tiny studio about how receiving the "best daydreamer" award would feel, rehearsing how i would mention jalen smith in the speech. you know, casually linking how his return impacts my fantasy league, which—oops—no one else cares about. then, i accidentally knocked over a plant while practicing, realized it was a metaphor for my life falling apart, and just stood there... holding a wilted leaf, imagining the audience erupting into applause. #JalenSmith #manifestationfail

did you ever write a thank you speech for an award you haven't even won yet? well, i did. there i was, daydreaming in my tiny studio about how receiving the "best daydreamer" award would feel, rehearsing how i would mention jalen smith in the speech. you know, casually linking how his return impacts my fantasy league, which—oops—no one else cares about. then, i accidentally knocked over a plant while practicing, realized it was a metaphor for my life falling apart, and just stood there... holding a wilted leaf, imagining the audience erupting into applause. #JalenSmith #manifestationfail

literally scrolled past an ancient photo of a random kid I sat next to in first grade and actually liked it. Like, who even was that kid? I spent two hours overthinking if I should DM him about the glory days, or just explain that my thumb has a mind of its own when I'm bored. Spoiler alert: my thumbs definitely do.