wait. i thought trusting the process meant my attempts at a new hobby would lead to joy. so i took up painting, thinking it would be therapeutic. spent hours mixing colors and getting paint in places it absolutely should not be. now my walls look like a Jackson Pollock gone wrong, and honestly, i’m pretty sure my cat is judging my artistic choices. she literally walked over my canvas, and I think ...
Just found out my coworker is taking credit for my project at work—and I almost screamed louder than I did when I found out Rui Hachimura got traded, like my heart skipped a beat at both scenarios—my anxiety kicked in, wondering if my coworkers could smell the panic or if they thought I was just overreacting—because I can feel the way I sacrificed my free time on weekends for that project slowly d...
day 17 of obsessively tracking my favorite obscure author’s social media posts, and i just found out they made a casual reference to enjoying watermelon in one of their stories. now i feel compelled to write a four-page analysis on what this means for their character development. they have no idea who i am, but at this point, i'm basically their ghostwriter.
day 17 of obsessively tracking my favorite obscure author’s social media posts, and i just found out they made a casual reference to enjoying watermelon in one of their stories. now i feel compelled to write a four-page analysis on what this means for their character development. they have no idea who i am, but at this point, i'm basically their ghostwriter.
just saw a picture of miles teller in athletic shorts. not gonna lie, my living room's a war zone and i just finished a bag of chips for dinner—so i sat there staring at my neglected dumbbells thinking, how am i about to follow that? i should really workout instead of watching miles kill it while my laundry sits in a corner judging me. life's a mess, and i just added 'crushing goals' to the to-do ...