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Soft Life Doesn’t Need to Be Earned
(Hot take, I know.)
I wasn’t dying. I wasn’t on a deadline. I wasn’t even under pressure to plan a life-altering summer vacation or create a pinterest board for the same.
And yet, I just didn’t have it in me to process the fact that I was going to turn 20 in a couple of months… and didn’t know how to swim.
I’ve got just enough J.B. Peterson and Yuval Harari references in my pocket to sound smart at conversations, but God forbid I mention Sidney Sheldon- suddenly I’m delulu with a flair for fiction? Can’t a girl enjoy a little mystery and philosophy? And there it comes-
Guilt.
The guilt of not having started a company. The guilt of not saving enough to fund that solo trip to Coorg I romanticized during exam season.
And yes, the oddly specific heartbreak of not getting into that music club you lowkey hoped would become your personality trait.
Not getting into that music club still stings, okay?
Apparently, unless I’m maxing out my days on career milestones, hobbies, social growth, and a side hustle it feels like I haven’t lived enough.
Who handed down this rulebook?
Probably the same people who made jeans uncomfortable, sent “per my last email”…
