Okay, I won’t string you along on this one. Yes, the answer is absolutely yes.
Labor Day is coming up, which means we have a rare opportunity to actually see our friends despite the incessant business of adulting.
I am well past the age where it’s socially acceptable to feel like your life is ending because of a positive pregnancy test, but I’ll admit that I truly felt like everything was coming crashing down.
Adult Fantasy reads like a series of letters from your smartest friend, which is just objectively enjoyable to read.
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How to save money, how to spend money, how to make a budget to help actually accomplish those things—the whole shebang.
As someone in this stage of life, I would describe it as both invigoratingly free and crushingly intense. It's a mix of really good and really bad mixed in with just enough mundanity to make you feel like you're wasting your life.
Communal living is making a comeback, but when people find out I live with my in-laws, I get a lot of different reactions, from pity to horror. People simply can’t understand why—or how—my husband and I do it.
Whatever emotion I’m feeling completely consumes my present, but it also traces my steps to color the past, and it reaches forward to shape my view of the future. I have absolutely no emotional object permanence.
To everybody out there struggling to take care of themselves, to get their work done, to take a shower, to get out of bed, to breathe in and out, I get it and I’m with you. We can get better at this self-care stuff together.