If I have an issue with something, I usually use this website to explore strategies for making things better. But this week I don’t feel like exploring solutions, and I don’t feel like hiding my raw nerves behind a second person commiserate article. I don’t feel like doing that this week. And I don’t feel like hiding my raw nerves behind a second person commiserate post.
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.
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.