You ever notice how people always say “follow your passion” like it’s as easy as picking a Netflix show? Newsflash: My passion involves sleeping and binge-eating snacks, and I’m pretty sure that won’t pay my rent. Honestly, if I had a dollar for every time I tried to turn a hobby into a career, I’d still be broke but at least I’d have a really nice portfolio of failed attempts! Let’s be real, some...
Why is it that every time I try to be “adult” and cook a healthy meal, I accidentally end up with a kitchen that looks like a food crime scene? Like, I just wanted to sauté some veggies, not declare war on my frying pan. And don’t even get me started on the salad – somehow I always end up with a dish that looks like it’s judging me for my life choices. Seriously, who needs a gym membership when my...
I’ve reached a point where I truly believe the “wisdom of the ages” just means we all collectively decided to ignore the fact that 75% of adulting is just Googling everything. Like, who wrote the rules that say I must know how to do taxes, cook gourmet meals, and decipher my own emotional breakdowns without a manual? Honestly, I need a handbook titled “Adulting for Dummies” that covers everything from folding fitted sheets to dealing with emotional baggage. Can someone please start that search party? It’s a crisis out here!
I’ve reached a point where I truly believe the “wisdom of the ages” just means we all collectively decided to ignore the fact that 75% of adulting is just Googling everything. Like, who wrote the rules that say I must know how to do taxes, cook gourmet meals, and decipher my own emotional breakdowns without a manual? Honestly, I need a handbook titled “Adulting for Dummies” that covers everything from folding fitted sheets to dealing with emotional baggage. Can someone please start that search party? It’s a crisis out here!
I have a confession: I’ve been 'reading' the same book for two months now, and I’ve only made it to chapter three. Every time I sit down to dive in, I end up scrolling through my phone instead. I mean, at this point the book should just be renamed “The Forgotten Tome of My Good Intentions.” I even joined a book club to keep myself accountable, and I think the group chats have become more about sha...