Is it just me, or does adulthood feel like a series of poorly executed group projects where no one knows what they’re doing? I mean, I thought by now I’d have it all figured out, but here I am, balancing a work life like a circus act while trying to remember if I even ate today. And let’s be real, sometimes my biggest achievement is managing to get out of bed before noon. Can we just agree that “a...
Why do people act like they have their lives together when all they do is Google “how to adult” every other day? Listen, if you’re still figuring out how to fold a fitted sheet and can’t remember the last time you cleaned your bathroom, just own it! We’re all just winging it in this chaotic reality with varying levels of success... or, you know, just extreme denial. Stop comparing yourself to the ...
I recently decided to give reading a shot again, thinking I’d finally be one of those deep, insightful people who quote poetry at parties. But here I am, three weeks in, and the only thing I’ve accomplished is getting through half of a self-help book and binge-watching a series about sociopaths because, you know, priorities. Am I the only one who feels like buying a book is just a way to collect more dust? Meanwhile, I can recite every plot twist from my favorite shows, but I’m still struggling with the “meaning of life” section in that book. Honestly, I just want to be able to say I read something without getting the eye rolls.
I recently decided to give reading a shot again, thinking I’d finally be one of those deep, insightful people who quote poetry at parties. But here I am, three weeks in, and the only thing I’ve accomplished is getting through half of a self-help book and binge-watching a series about sociopaths because, you know, priorities. Am I the only one who feels like buying a book is just a way to collect more dust? Meanwhile, I can recite every plot twist from my favorite shows, but I’m still struggling with the “meaning of life” section in that book. Honestly, I just want to be able to say I read something without getting the eye rolls.
Sometimes I think my plants are the real MVPs in my life. Like, I talk to them, they never judge me for binge-watching Netflix in my PJs, and somehow they keep thriving despite my occasional neglect. Meanwhile, my friends will ghost me if I don't text back within two hours. Can we just appreciate the unbothered energy of houseplants? They remind me that sometimes, the best relationships are the on...