I have a really hard time with “gratitude” journals. I struggle to chronicle the full scope of my (deeply genuine) gratitude due to a crippling fear that my diaries will be published posthumously & I’ll look so fucking uncool
When I was a kid my career aspirations involved holding the office of Grand Vizier in some unknown caliphate in order to rehab the public image of Grand Viziers the world over. Honestly, how have I lived this long
My kid told me she was BEE [Bi lol] and then asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up—thoughts:
-she wants to be an artist & a therapist & also rich
-when I was her age I wanted to be a cheerleader so I’m doing ok as a parent
-I’m not grown up yet
-BEE lol 🐝