Time for my final resolution update! Instead of looking at how well I stuck to them over the last month, I’ll be taking more of a big picture look instead.
My mother hates when I say, “I’m sorry.” I never used to understand that until recently.
It’s Salted Caramel Mocha season (pumpkin spice who?) which means it’s time for my annual “Holy shit, how is it fall already?” moment.
A different sort of check in now that half the year has gone by.
Content warning: depression, suicide.
If you’ve heard me talk about anything Portuguese for any length of time, I’ll eventually start gushing about my literary boyfriend: Fernando Pessoa.
I have a problem. It’s a problem that took staying up until 1:30 am last night for me to begin to grasp it. No, it’s not procrastination (though I struggle with that too). It’s a dangerous blend of perfectionism and competitiveness.