Better Luck Tomorrow
A corner of the internet where a thirty-something girl (age redacted for emotional reasons) documents the chaos: the highs, the lows, the questionable decisions. But hey... Better Luck Tomorrow.
Life is hard. Being an adult feels impossible.
Some days I’m glass-half-full, other days I’m just holding the glass and crying into it which is why its half full. My therapist says that’s life. I say… mildly concerning?
So…what’s the point of this page?
Ever have thoughts or feelings you don’t fully share with the people closest to you? Not because they’d judge you — but because, honestly, you’re already judging yourself. You feel behind in your career, not exactly living up to your mother’s Pinterest board dreams for your love life [cough, cough - you have no husband] and sometimes { just sometimes } you fantasize about fleeing to Europe, becoming a painter, falling for a charming local, and forgetting what “relevance” or “income” even mean. Just me? Cool.
If even one part of that mess above hit a little too close to home - maybe your love life’s non existent (honestly same) , your career’s not where you wanted it to be (again same), or you just enjoy witnessing someone else’s emotional car crash -congratulations. You’ve found the right corner of the internet.
This space is part confessional, part meltdown, occasionally a win, but mostly it will be random - because that’s life. Think Sex and the City if Carrie cried everyday, ghosted her therapist, with less sex and more staring at the ceiling wondering what it all means.
No real advice. No polished takeaways. Just crying in public and pretending there’s something in your eye. And if no one reads a word of this? Cool. It’ll be great filler for the eulogy.
Sincerely, That Girl, Interrupted by Self-Doubt