Me encuentro en ese momento de mi vida donde literalmente necesito que baje Dios, se siente a mi lado, me abrace y me diga de forma textual lo que tengo que hacer.
Y supongo que así se siente ser adulto
One of the greatest cultural losses that took place between my grandparents generation and my parents generation, and completely extinct by mine, was the idea of company, of random and unexpected visitors, the “we were just passing by” pop-ins.
The thing I always hate about going to any family’s house is that women don’t get to be guests. Men do. We have to immediately offer to help cook, serve, clean, etc. if not, it’s not “ polite”. You’re looked down upon for resting as a guest. I’ve never had guests in my home do anything.
Am I the only one that sees a problem with working 8-9 hours a day and then going home to having about 4 hours to yourself which includes getting ready for the next day??? This is not life…
having people who GET the very essence of who you are and not just what you're doing is so important. being seen is cool but being felt and understood >>>>>