Karma Made Me Scared of Eggs
And isn't it ironic? Don't you think?
We had a few people working on the house this week, which naturally means I got absolutely nothing done.
Why is it so hard to relax when someone’s working in your home? Like, I pay them. I invited them. And yet, the second they walk through the door, I forget how to exist. Suddenly, I’m tiptoeing around like I’m the one trespassing. I don’t know where to look, my limbs feel weird, and I become painfully aware of how loud my chewing is.
I find myself doing fake tasks like rearranging the same three books on a shelf or pretending to be really invested in an email draft that’s just the word “hi.”
Am I alone in this? Because my husband is certainly completely unfazed by any of it. I learned what “being perceived” means recently and I fear I suffer from this.
Now this is the dream.
Loved this TikTok so much. Linking it here. Text below.
“I saw this girl say that whenever she’s in a funk, she gets herself out of it by playing a game with herself where she pretends her 80-year-old self is coming back to relive this day. And she says, get real with it. Pretend you’re sitting in a chair, you’re 80 years old, you close your eyes, and then boom, you’re here today, living this life—and how grateful you’d be. What would you do differently? How would you live it? You’d probably have more fun. You’d probably be a little less worried, knowing that everything was going to work out and that everything was going to turn out okay.
So try that exercise if you’re in a funk. Put yourself in the shoes of your 80-year-old self, being able to come back to your life today and experience it from a different perspective, without having the worries of everything in the future.”
(In order from left to right)
Hacks: Professional relationship between a young comedy writer and a legendary stand-up comedian—I actually haven’t watched, but my husband has been watching and any time I walk in the room I’m engulfed in it and find it funny.
Humble the Poet on Jay Shetty’s podcast: Loved this conversation about anxiety.
**I haven’t read any good books lately. If you have any good recommendations, send them my way, please. I’ve been on a roll with some terrible ones.
There’s a DM I received from a follower on IG a few years ago that still haunts me to this day. I’ve desperately tried to find the message so I could follow up on something I said to her, but for the life of me, I can’t remember her name. I want to tell her I am so sorry, and that I understand now.