Yes, I was tipsy. No, I wasn’t acting. Yes, it was genuinely better than I expected. But what you didn’t see was what happened after the camera stopped rolling: I somehow convinced myself that I could wrestle Hector. Like, full-on WWE energy.
I’ll give you one guess how that went.
Long story short: I lost. Badly. Mostly to gravity. There was a fall. No injuries, just a bruised ego and some carpet burn to match. Hector’s fine. He thought it was hilarious. On the other hand, I woke up sore and slightly horrified at myself.
Here’s the thing, though—I don’t usually post about drinking. Not because it’s a secret or anything, but because I’ve built this little image of the person I think I should be. And she’s… professional. Pulled-together. Aspirational. She’s a future teacher. The kind who wears cardigans with elbow patches and has a mug that says “Coffee. Teach. Repeat.
And somehow, in my head, she doesn’t get drunk and wrestle her boyfriend on a weeknight. She doesn’t post chaotic little videos after a martini.
But then again… what’s the difference between me posting a tipsy TikTok and me crying on the internet?
I’ve done both. Both are embarrassing. Both are raw. Both are very, very human.
So maybe this is me softening toward the parts of myself I usually try to filter out. Maybe being “professional” doesn’t mean being perfect. Maybe it’s okay that I’m a little messy sometimes—online and offline.
I still want to teach. I still want to be someone students look up to. But I also want to be honest. I want to show up as someone real. And sometimes being real means posting a silly video after one too many sips… and sometimes it means admitting you cried on the internet again.
Either way, I’m just a person. Learning. Growing. Falling—literally and metaphorically.
Just maybe no more wrestling.
