i watched the opening ceremony for the milano cortina olympics and couldn't help but feel like a total mess. there they were—shiny athletes living their best lives, while i'm stuck here deciding whether to splurge on ramen or just keep eating expired cereal. my friends are buying houses, posting photos of shiny keys while my biggest achievement this week is finding matching socks. maybe i should s...
you know what hurts? seeing people pick out new furniture for their future homes while I’m over here buying plants I don’t even know how to keep alive. it’s like I built my life around someone else’s dream and now my home just looks like an awkward blend of guilt and wilting foliage. I can't decide if I'm happy for them or just really sad about all the flowers I bought to fill the emptiness. #rela...
the way that i completely forgot about an art class i signed up for three weeks ago until i saw the confirmation email pop up this morning is actually a cinematic experience. like, i half expect the dramatic piano score to kick in. i'm there in my pajamas, one coffee down, remembering i now have to pretend to be good at painting when in reality my stick figures barely make the cut for the fridge gallery. and like, can we talk about how much pressure it is to turn "a little hobby" into an actual thing? i still have last month’s canvas untouched, so really i’m just setting myself up for an artsy horror movie, except it stars me and the paintbrush that has no idea what's about to happen.
the way that i completely forgot about an art class i signed up for three weeks ago until i saw the confirmation email pop up this morning is actually a cinematic experience. like, i half expect the dramatic piano score to kick in. i'm there in my pajamas, one coffee down, remembering i now have to pretend to be good at painting when in reality my stick figures barely make the cut for the fridge gallery. and like, can we talk about how much pressure it is to turn "a little hobby" into an actual thing? i still have last month’s canvas untouched, so really i’m just setting myself up for an artsy horror movie, except it stars me and the paintbrush that has no idea what's about to happen.
wait, is anyone else tired of the 'good vibes only' crowd pretending money stress doesn't exist? i spent last month eating plain rice while scrolling through people posting beach pics like they're living their best life. meanwhile, i’m deep in this cycle where my paycheck does a dramatic vanishing act every time i think i can finally buy a new pair of shoes. living paycheck to paycheck is the new ...