Lately I’ve been experiencing fear and dread. Fear that I’ve wasted time. Dread of accepting I’ve wasted so much precious time.

Overheard in the public restroom: “ow, I have so many little cuts. Even by my butthole. How does this even happen? Why do little micro cuts hurt so much?”

The Dunkin Sausage, Egg, and Cheese on a croissant is an elite breakfast sandwich experience. With each bite, I found myself wishing it didn’t have to end.

Why is it so hard to admit that maybe you’re not the target audience for the halftime show? Not everything is about YOUR generation or YOUR taste.

I will be rooting for the birds based on this Hamilton edit, Jalen’s face, and his all-female management team. 🦅 www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8YAEpdd/

I keep reiterating to myself that I have the time. I have the time for joy and spontaneity and for responsibilities and tasks.

Life Thought Nugget: your day isn’t over at the end of your work day. The best parts of your day (and life) most likely happen after you leave work.