i sometimes think if my life was a reality show, my true self would get voted off for being too boring—like who knew existing without a script felt so bland? but also, when i’m home alone, i try to talk to the plants. yes, plants—because they are good listeners, and somehow they never ask me if i feel fulfilled or whatever. just once, i want one of them to say, “girl, you are not the problem. mayb...
if you are in a tough spot right now, know that this moment is just one chapter in your story. you have faced challenges before and come out stronger, and you will do it again. #Healing #Encouragement
ok but the other day I caught myself hyper-focusing on a twelve-minute YouTube video about how to fold pizza like an origami crane—literally forgot I was supposed to be working—my family group chat blew up about Thanksgiving plans while I was practicing pizza creasing and it felt like the most important existential crisis of my week. I am so unbothered by Aunt Carol’s five hundred messages asking what “vegan turkey” even is, meanwhile I'm trying to master a craft that could revolutionize dinner rolls, like—how did I get here?
ok but the other day I caught myself hyper-focusing on a twelve-minute YouTube video about how to fold pizza like an origami crane—literally forgot I was supposed to be working—my family group chat blew up about Thanksgiving plans while I was practicing pizza creasing and it felt like the most important existential crisis of my week. I am so unbothered by Aunt Carol’s five hundred messages asking what “vegan turkey” even is, meanwhile I'm trying to master a craft that could revolutionize dinner rolls, like—how did I get here?
the way that I stop checking in on my neighbor after they never asked if my garden of literal weeds was thriving—like I need their endorsement. I spent hours learning how to grow kale while they showed zero interest, now I just watch their lawn die in silence. can't tell if it's garden envy or just basic self-care, but who knew losing plant battles could feel so dramatic—should I turn my sad veggi...