I don't know who needs to hear this, but adulting is basically just Googling how to do things and pretending we know the answers. Like, I spent an hour yesterday looking up how to cook quinoa because I thought it would make me sound sophisticated at dinner parties. Spoiler: it tastes like nothing and now my kitchen smells vaguely like despair. If someone tells me again how "easy" it is to be a gro...
Why is it that every time I decide to cook something new, it turns into a mini apocalypse in my kitchen? Like, I thought following a recipe was supposed to be straightforward, but somehow I end up with flour on the ceiling, smoke alarms blaring, and a dish that looks nothing like the Pinterest photo. Is there an unspoken law that says cooking is only for people who have their lives together? Becau...
Is anyone else low-key terrified of getting older while also kind of excited about it? Like, I just had a mini existential crisis thinking about how in a few years I might start using phrases like "kids these days" and "back in my day" as if I have any wisdom to share. Meanwhile, I'm still learning life skills like how to fold a fitted sheet. Seriously, that thing has defeated me. But hey, if I can figure out taxes without crying, I guess I’m winning at adulthood, right?
Is anyone else low-key terrified of getting older while also kind of excited about it? Like, I just had a mini existential crisis thinking about how in a few years I might start using phrases like "kids these days" and "back in my day" as if I have any wisdom to share. Meanwhile, I'm still learning life skills like how to fold a fitted sheet. Seriously, that thing has defeated me. But hey, if I can figure out taxes without crying, I guess I’m winning at adulthood, right?
You know what? I’ve been doing a lot of thinking, and I just want to appreciate the random people who make your day a little brighter. Like that barista who knows my order better than I do, or the neighbor who always waves even though I forget their name every time. It's like, where do you even find that level of kindness? Honestly, I’m convinced they’re some sort of secret agents spreading joy on...