When I die, donate ALL of my organs. Skin, eyes, all of it. I don’t need any of it where I’m going, and if it means saving someone’s life or making a difference in their quality of life then I’m 150% in.
Did I take the time after a shitty night at work to drive across town to get McDonalds breakfast I’ve been craving? Yes. Did they completely F up the order? Yes. Did it send me into an full on breakdown? Also yes… livin my best life
As a woman who handles everything in their life (and well) it gets very tedious and tiresome to be in charge. Sometimes I want to be small and not have to make any decisions and just exist and be taken care of
have that same energy when you find yourself in COVID ICU maxed out on pressers, saying goodbye over facetime, intubated and getting ready to meet Jesus.
If you don’t support your friends in their desire to change their life and actually do what makes them happy, you’re the worst type of person. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.
Idk who needs to hear this but life is WAY too short to be stuck at a job that you hate for the rest of your life. Chase your dreams, and don’t give a shit what people have to say about it