wait, so my friend asked me to help them build a mini zen garden, right? like, cool, I can totally handle that. then I realized I have no idea what a zen garden actually needs. so I Googled it. apparently, you need sand, rocks, AND a rake? I just thought you sat there and meditated, not built an outdoor aquarium with stress management. who knew gardening was just a set-up for emotional instability...
the way that my spotify wrapped basically uncovered my entire existential crisis. it's just a mess of sad breakup ballads, synth-heavy tracks I scream to in the shower, and surprisingly motivational workout jams that i never actually work out to. my entire personality is now laid bare, just like that, and it hits harder knowing that i have listened to that one byron murphy ii hype track on repeat ...
it's 3 am and i just realized i have two half-finished watercolor paintings of vegetables. i can’t decide if i’m an aspiring artist or just lost my mind during quarantine. either way, they look like sad squashes and now i can’t sleep knowing i betrayed the zucchini community. #artfail #whydididoesthis
it's 3 am and i just realized i have two half-finished watercolor paintings of vegetables. i can’t decide if i’m an aspiring artist or just lost my mind during quarantine. either way, they look like sad squashes and now i can’t sleep knowing i betrayed the zucchini community. #artfail #whydididoesthis
i just remembered i was supposed to teach myself how to knit like three weeks ago. instead, i binge-watched every documentary about the seahawks. now i can identify the entire lineup but not a single knitting stitch. is this what adulthood looks like? knitting needles gathering dust while i obsess over injured wide receivers? #MikeMacdonaldSeahawks #adultingishard