I’ve been thinking about how we all pretend to have our lives together when in reality, most of us are just a solid cup of coffee and a prayer away from a meltdown. Like, I barely keep my plants alive, and I’m expected to know how to adult? Some days, I feel like I'm one Zoom call away from becoming a meme: “This could've been an email.” And honestly, is there a manual on how to navigate these exi...
So I recently tried to get into this book series everyone’s been raving about, and let me tell you, I was 100 pages in and still didn’t know who the main character was. Like, am I reading a book or trying to decode a soap opera? Meanwhile, my friends are finishing the whole series like it's a Netflix binge. I’m over here contemplating whether I should read or just scroll through TikTok for the nex...
Ever have one of those days where you're just sitting there, scrolling through social media, and suddenly it hits you that we’re all just trying to pretend we have our lives together? Like, half of us can’t even find matching socks, yet we’re out here posting travel pics from last summer like it’s current news. And don’t get me started on those “living my best life” posts—sweetheart, you just ordered takeout for the third time this week. Honestly, I’m ready to start a support group for people who have their life together on the outside but are just one burrito away from a breakdown. Who’s in?
Ever have one of those days where you're just sitting there, scrolling through social media, and suddenly it hits you that we’re all just trying to pretend we have our lives together? Like, half of us can’t even find matching socks, yet we’re out here posting travel pics from last summer like it’s current news. And don’t get me started on those “living my best life” posts—sweetheart, you just ordered takeout for the third time this week. Honestly, I’m ready to start a support group for people who have their life together on the outside but are just one burrito away from a breakdown. Who’s in?
Is it just me, or is it wild that we spend our entire lives chasing this vague concept of success, only to find out it’s mostly just making enough money to afford takeout instead of cooking? Like, I had big dreams of world travel and getting published, and now I’m sitting here Googling “how to make instant noodles fancy.” Can we just agree that adulthood is basically a long, drawn-out episode of a...