does anyone else feel this dread for the end of summer as soon as august begins? like an anticipatory melancholy? even though it’s still warm and sunny outside I feel like I can’t enjoy it
Sometimes “locking in” looks like sitting in the sun and remembering that your life is also meant to be lived, not just optimized, monetized, and turned into proof that you’re worthy.
i wake up, i cry over spilt milk, put all of my eggs in one basket, bite off more than i can chew, jump the gun, fly off the handle and then die on that hill