Sometimes I think about how we’re all just living in a giant reality show where the producers forgot to give us scripts. Like, who decided that adulting meant scrambling to find a work-life balance while still crying over old cartoons? And can we talk about how giving a 20-something a mortgage is basically handing them a ticking time bomb? Just me, or are we all secretly waiting for someone to yel...
So, here’s a little nugget of wisdom I wish someone had told me sooner: don’t bother pretending to have your life together just because everyone on Instagram looks like they’ve got it all figured out. I mean, half of them are just one bad hair day away from posting their existential crisis. Embrace the chaos, because let’s be real, adulting is basically just Googling how to do everything while eat...
You ever notice how the moment you start feeling like you’ve got your life together, something comes along to remind you that you’re still a hot mess? I mean, one minute I’m cooking dinner, thinking I’m a domestic goddess, and the next, I’m burning the garlic bread and crying over a grocery bill that looks like it went to a five-star restaurant. Can we agree that adulting is just an endless cycle of pretending to be a responsible human while secretly Googling "how to cook frozen pizza"?
You ever notice how the moment you start feeling like you’ve got your life together, something comes along to remind you that you’re still a hot mess? I mean, one minute I’m cooking dinner, thinking I’m a domestic goddess, and the next, I’m burning the garlic bread and crying over a grocery bill that looks like it went to a five-star restaurant. Can we agree that adulting is just an endless cycle of pretending to be a responsible human while secretly Googling "how to cook frozen pizza"?
I just want to take a moment to appreciate my delivery guy. Seriously, this dude deserves a medal for never judging me for ordering food at 2 AM like it's a totally normal thing. I mean, who needs a balanced diet when you can have pizza, tacos, and a side of nachos for breakfast? And he always manages to deliver with a smile, which is more than I can say for my ex. I know he’s just doing his job, ...