Mid Morning Unpack:)

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 Looove scrolling on Pinterest. Even as I write this, I’m oscillating between here, there, and Canva. Can you even oscillate between three places, or is that just boring old rotating? Anyways, Pinterest—ugh, you could literally map out your entire life: outfits, career, relationships…

Speaking of relationships, either the tarot readers on TikTok are lying, talking about someone I haven’t met yet, or I just need to show up outside with a giant green sign that says, ‘Go, go, go, damn it!’ Boom box vibes, anyone?

Sometimes it’s really odd not knowing exactly where you stand with people or situations. I heard about this podcast that's also a book called Let Them. It makes sense, but IDK—it kind of lets them off the hook, and you know me, it’s always about the principle of things.

This is definitely word vomit, but honestly, that’s where my head is right now. I didn’t sleep too well last night. What’s that they say about the wicked and rest? Hahaha.

I am a victim.

Oh, and chat—it’s the 20th, and I’m just now getting to my vision board. Well, the pictorial one. Listen, holds hands up—Q1 is for mapping things out, so I’m still within my rights. (And my writes.)

TBH, I thought I’d be doing this differently, but that’s a story for another time. Also, reading like a book a week now—hello, who is she? Stick around, and soon I’ll be saying things like ‘abnegation’ and ‘onomatopoeia’ in casual conversation. Just wait—dropping 'oscillate' soon




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