after spending six years crafting the ultimate bolognese recipe, my roommate decided to make it while i was out and now thinks she is literally the queen of Italian cuisine and wants to serve it at her wedding, and honestly, i might have to show up in a chef's hat just to remind her where that flavor actually came from.
i thought everything was falling apart with the doctors call and the letter from the landlord looming over me, but somehow it all worked out and i feel so unbelievably light and grateful like wow, life is just wild.
sometimes i wonder if i chose the wrong job, like maybe i should have followed my passion instead of this never-ending grind. 45 minutes with my kids feels like a cruel joke when i spend hours on the road just to afford rent.
sometimes i wonder if i chose the wrong job, like maybe i should have followed my passion instead of this never-ending grind. 45 minutes with my kids feels like a cruel joke when i spend hours on the road just to afford rent.
sometimes when i hear a siren it feels like the whole world is crashing down all over again, like a reminder that everything is still waiting to pull me under, and people just don’t see how heavy that really is.