Labor Day is coming up, which means we have a rare opportunity to actually see our friends despite the incessant business of adulting.
Adult Fantasy reads like a series of letters from your smartest friend, which is just objectively enjoyable to read.
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.
Do I simply need to accept that this is adulthood and the holidays feel different on this side of 20? Or am I losing a magic worth fighting to save?
When to quit your job, when to go to the doctor (physical or mental), when to apologize vs. when to fight, and when you’re entitled to a freakout vs. when you’re supposed to keep it together.
I’m learning how to do things for myself. With no one watching, no one counting on me, just…doing it because it needs done, because it’s part of being healthy and happy and successful.
I would adjust. That’s what I keep telling my baby that I feel terrible for hoping isn’t there. "I will love being your mom, it just wasn’t the plan right now so I’m freaking out. Mommy does that a lot. But she loves you."