I was having an existential crisis about the future of humanity.

Then I remembered I have a group chat dedicated to complaining about rising gas prices, and suddenly everything felt a little more manageable.

I asked my boomer dad for advice on buying a house

He said 'just work harder and cut back on avocado toast', I said 'dad, I'm a freelance writer, my only income is from avocado toast reviews'

My therapist told me to 'do the work' and sit with my uncomfortable feelings.

So I added them to my calendar for next Tuesday at 3 PM, right after laundry.

I told my therapist I've been struggling to practice self-compassion

So she charged me extra for being mean to myself during the session