Please forgive me, for I have sinned. @ Jesus, @ you all, @ myself, @ everyone who has supported my writing and/or this blog. I’m sorry, y’all. I haven’t written for months now and I know: I am the worst for it. Please forgive me. BUT. I’ve got a lot of valid reasons. To name a few: For starters, I’ve been traveling somewhere about every two weeks (and I’d be willing to
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Recently, I’ve found myself spitting out words that sound like clichés, not because they’re clichés, but because I’m slowly figuring out that they’re true. And I’ll explain later, of course, but I think that perhaps part of growing up is finally giving in to all the little things that everyone told you a million times but you never listened to. It’s finally admitting that you didn’t always know better. It’s
I woke up this morning and, as I do every morning, I hit the snooze button too many times while groggily considering (and hating) how horrendous and unnecessary it is to wake up every morning to an alarm, hastily get ready, and then go out into the world to do a bunch of things that I don’t really want to do. And, if you really think about it, it is a bit masochistic of
Here’s a quick list of household products you actually need to spend money on as an adult: A set of sharp, heavy knives. – Not only do quality knives make kitchen life infinitely easier and safer, but they also just make you feel like you’re better at cooking than you actually are. A good vacuum that actually works. – Your carpet is going to get dirty and smashed down because you walk on it too
I didn’t mean for this blog to only be a “how to”/ “self-help” site. Rather, I wanted to track my adulthood experiences, make jokes out of them, and hopefully help circulate empathy between readers and myself. So, here are a few recent tales from adulthood: For starters, I spent all of last week petrified, convinced that I was going to lose my job somehow. Why? Absolutely no reason at all,
As a kid, adulthood seems pretty cool. You maintain the idea that everyone will finally be mature, capable, and relatively enjoyable human beings. You imagine that most daily tasks are pretty easy, since adults have money and must have been practicing these kinds of things for years. You anticipate that everything will finally fall together and make sense. But you’re wrong. Instead, you get to adulthood and realize that lots
No matter how capable and prepared you may be, transitioning into the next stage of your life can be tough. Personally, I’ve been trying to groove my way into adulthood as seamlessly as possible for some time now, but still face moments where life just seems terribly daunting. Additionally, I’ve probably faced enough anxiety in my life to fill a trilogy of sad movies (granted, I’m talking about movies that
The great thing about being an adult is that nobody knows what the fuck they’re doing either—life is just a matter of guessing until somebody tells you that you fucked up, and then fixing that fuck-up. And you keep going, and you keep guessing. Some people just seem better at it because they’ve been doing it longer. So, the best thing for now is to just do all the tiny things that