I turn anxiety into comfort and a few knowing laughs for people. It’s my whole thing. If I can’t find joy in the wreckage, what’s the point?
You want to do something, but you can’t bring yourself to face the frozen wind blowing tiny ninja stars into your eyes.
Planning a wedding is the worst thing you can do with your time...unless you’re a planner and getting paid for it.
When you get engaged, everyone who is already married will try to warn you about this. LISTEN TO THEM. (I’m sorry I didn’t listen Megan).
Weddings are so incredibly frustrating, and once you place the first deposit, it feels too damn late to turn back.
The myth that ‘you have to be a massive success before 30 or you’re nothing’ really got to me. Instead of dealing with it head on, I locked my fears in a deep, dark place and let them grow until everything around me seemed dark.
Let me introduce you to the biggest lie I tell myself: “there’s no point in doing it when I’m not feeling it, I’ll hold off now and wait until I feel motivated.”
And I tell it to myself over and over...and over.
when you get to the point where your only option is to cover your bottom half with leggings because everything else cuts into your protruding stomach, or you decide to calculate your BMI only to realize you’re technically obese, you just entered a whole new ballgame.
If I had a dollar for every time a friend said to me: “I’m really not sure what I should do next with my career. All I know is that I’m not happy now...I think I should go back to school”, I would be a VERY rich woman.
I’ve never told anyone this before, but I’ve always had this fantasy of sitting on the iconic Oprah Show couch as she rambles on about how life changing my novel is. How she couldn’t put it down and how everyone else in the world should be picking it up.
Roughly once or twice a year, the same thought occurs to me: “why don’t I have people over more often?”
And every time that thought takes over my brain, I resolve to remedy it immediately! And I start making plans for a party.
It’s usually doesn’t take too long into the planning process before I get the jarring answer to my question: I HATE planning parties.