I am so glad I ignored the advice and found a career that makes me happy. Don't let people rain on your enthusiasm. Even if they're family.

It's time to move. I hate moving. I dislike the process. One of the few things I'm willing to pay others vast amounts of money to do for me.

Really wish I could stop being the personification of the sunk cost facility. There is no going back.

Just had the one of the best eggs Benedict I've ever had. I'm obsessed. In the best way. Even the hash browns were good.

Also, just for the record when I retire I'm never answering a phone ever again. And maybe retreating into the woods and pretending to be big foot.

Ever had a work day that made you wish that your species was a zoo animal? Because then you could throw poo without consequences. Sigh.

Today I wrestled a mattress and lost. Then I prayed for death and understanding.

Mmm anxiety. The fresh maker.

I don't want to think about ancient four-legged whales. But here we are.

I have forgotten my (ex) husband's name. My friend of twenty years. The people I've worked with daily. My sister. I don't worry about it because ma'am or sir exist and I can make it work.

The reason I call people ma'am or sir a lot is not because I was raised correctly. It's because the connection in my brain for any person and their name is so weak that even if I've known you forever I sometimes will forget. It's just marginally more polite to say than "hey you".

I am my bosses favorite because I "don't make trouble". This is a first, ever. Even if it is, as I suspect, total BS.

I have Mushu energy and Snorlax motivation. I ate too many jellybeans.

Frog and Toad giving good advice for as long as I can remember

My sleep schedule just, I don't know what happened. I'm awake now? It's ok?

If I'm moving again, that means I have to pack. I knew there was a catch.

Cat shoving herself so enthusiastically while petting that her ear somehow goes up my nose. Both of us stop appalled.

Feeling good, bought a house. Closing at the end of the month. Sometimes I'm violently reminded how much of an adult I actually am.

Feeling good, feeling bouncy til you start the first step of your wind down routine and then exhaustion hits you like why is gravity so difficult?

I finally got comfy at work. Hard to concentrate when your body hurts. Much better now.

Bad driver videos I enjoy on YouTube: student drivers ( because we've all been there and can almost taste the embarrassment), drivers who forget to set the breaks and watch defeated as their car goes down a hill. And finally drivers with nice cars embarrassing themselves.

Some days I feel like a raccoon. Tiny paws, want to dig through trash, wash everything.

Picture of me chilling with my homies

Walmart has swimsuits. This is the 4th sign of spring.

My mango lemonade has no mango but lots of lemon. This is the best metaphor for my life until recently.

Weather is changing, I can feel it in my face.