Mildly Wise

I’m not ignoring the laundry pile. I’m letting it become a chair.

I’m stuck between “I should go for a walk” and “I can see the weather from here.”

I woke up with big plans for Saturday. Then I sat on the edge of the bed for 40 minutes.

Me: Saturday is for sleeping in. My body at 6:12 a.m.: good morning, let’s think about everything.

Sleeping in on Saturday feels amazing until you realize half the day already left without you.

I said I’d be productive this weekend. I meant it in a very spiritual way.

Me: I’m not going to overthink it. Also me, three hours later: rehearsing an argument that will never happen.

I’m stuck between “I should go to bed” and “but then Friday is over.”

Some things are worth saying. Just not in the group chat, and not after 11 p.m.

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If I cancel plans, I feel guilty. If I keep them, I feel tired. Either way, I’m home by nine.

Most of adulthood is small wins nobody claps for. Like remembering to take the chicken out of the freezer.

I don’t have weekend plans. I have a couch with a reservation under my name.

My mom texts like every message costs a dollar and calls like every minute is free.

You’re not boring. You just found out staying home is the only plan nobody cancels on.

Nobody needs your weekend to be impressive. Most people’s Saturday is a nap and a grocery run.

Me: I’ll do it tomorrow. Tomorrow me: who agreed to this?

Normalize leaving the party the moment your social battery hits 12%.

I’m not procrastinating. I’m giving the task time to realize it isn’t that important.

I’m stuck between “I should call my mom” and “I’m not emotionally ready to hear about the neighbor’s dog for an hour.”