Fake it Til You Make It
How adults play the game of life
Nov 6 · 4 min read
My sister used to be a hybrid of Martha Stewart, Betty Crocker, and Dear Abby. She always had a project, side hustle, places to go, and people to see. I felt special because she was MY sister. I could demand her precious time and her sacred advice. In all fairness, I was young, had no real adulting skills, and she basically raised me.


