I spent 30 minutes purging my Facebook from people who are stalking my shit to report it back to another person just to talk shit.
You are literally in your 40s. Grow the fuck up.
My PMS makes my brain so unreasonably sad about things that donβt matter. Mental illness is no joke, mental illness amplified by pms and shitty people is worse.
This year has sucked.
But my business is live, my book is published, my wedding is mostly planned, I should graduate with my BA next summer. My kids are thriving, talented and absolutely amazing. This has been one of the most successful years of my life.
Here is what my 2023 is gonna look like:
-baseball x2 βΎοΈ
-orchestra π»
-school x3 for kids π
-full time college (Bachelors) π
-full time work π
-baby under 1 πΆπΌ
-wedding planning π
-book publishing π
-starting my business ποΈ
Itβs gonna be a good year.
Do you know why the disease (cancer) and the star sign (cancer) share a name?
Neither does anyone else!
Hippocrates named cancer after crabs but he never said why, setting humanity up for thousands of years of debate about what the fuck he was thinking.