What does a polka-dot dress, a Mediterranean kimono, a gangster hat, and an apocalypse shopping spreadsheet have in common? Apparently, they're all little pieces of the life I've been dreaming about. A funny, honest reflection on shopping, beautiful things, imaginary adventures, and realizing that maybe what I really want isn't more stuff. It's more life.
It started with a tailgater and a little too much pressure. But underneath the exhaustion, the people-pleasing, and the grief, I discovered something I hadn't given myself much room to feel: rage. A reflection on masking, loss, compassion, and finding somewhere for the anger to go without handing it to someone else.
Toilet seat imprints, glass doors, wardrobe malfunctions, and an unfortunate encounter with a CrossFit resistance band. A lifetime of embarrassing moments, a little public humiliation, and a Thanksgiving reminder that sometimes the people who laughed with us are the ones we miss the most.
