When You're Just Asking For A Friend

Sometimes, I play a fun, yet torturous game with myself. It's called "Olivia Can Adult (Yay)." Sometimes, I like to pretend that I've got it all together (this really only happens when I do the dishes).

Other times, I totally know that I've tried, but that's all I can be proud about. And that's okay!

One major part of this torturous adulting game I play with myself is when I firmly tell myself that I am going to bed at 10pm sharp.

And what do I do?

Why of COURSE I scroll through Instagram feeds for no reason at all!

And before I know it, it's 12am, and I'm already feeling tired for my work day because I just know it's going to be a three-cups-of-coffee kind of day.

Sometimes, it's just so darn hard to roll out of bed. Like, my body was just resting like a board for 6-8 hours — how do you expect me to just spring out of bed like Grandpa Joe?


It's just much nicer to lay in bed and rest your eyes until you're emotionally and mentally ready to move your muscles and bones.

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