I just turned 21 years old.
I’m a big girl now.
Yet, I’m constantly faced with moments when I realize I’m not adulting to maximum capacity.
Or those times that I forget I am a functioning adult because of the long list of things I fail at doing—a list other, adultier adults accomplish on a regular day basis.
Continue reading ➞ I Fail As An Adult
I get my best brainstorming done in the bathroom—from my reign on the porcelain throne, if you will.
I am convinced this is normal. Everyone else is just too ashamed to admit it.
I don’t know why. It’s not like admitting a failed remembrance of the socially demanded hand washing ritual; a story to which, at parties, you are repeatedly forced to wail, ‘that was ONE time!’
Continue reading ➞ Thoughts From The Bathroom