Apparently, I Need to Take Care of Myself
Guys, school is starting again, and apparently I’m supposed to know how to adult now.
I’m officially a sophomore in college, which sounds very grown-up until you realize I’m still figuring out the delicate balance between having my life together and absolutely losing the plot.
I couldn’t help but wonder… Why is my emotional recovery process always so dramatic?
Step one: cry my eyes out.
Step two: decide I need to completely rebrand my existence.
Step three: find a mirror and twerk my problems away.
In that exact order. Every. Single. Time.
It’s basically my personal “okay girl, you need to get your shit together” checklist.
And sometimes I catch myself thinking I haven’t earned self-care because I’m not doing enough. But then I remember: excuse me? Being a young adult is basically a full-time unpaid internship in figuring yourself out.
We’re learning. We’re growing. We’re making questionable decisions and then pretending they were character development.
Maybe self-care isn’t a reward for finally having everything together. Maybe it’s part of how we get there.
Because if we don’t prioritize ourselves and our well-being, who will?
My mom?
Absolutely not.
She’s just waiting for the opportunity to say, “I told you so.”
And honestly, nobody wants that kind of character development.
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