Okay so—hi, hello, welcome back to the chaotic sitcom that is my life. It’s April 19th. THE 19TH. And somehow this month has already packed the emotional equivalent of, like, six Novembers and a tax season.
Also, quick side note: this was *supposed* to be the month I wrote every single day. Like, “new month, new me, consistent, thriving, journaling queen” energy. And yet… here we are. Seventeen days in and I’m just now checking in like a student who forgot the assignment existed. So that’s going great. Love the follow-through. Truly inspiring stuff.
First plot twist: apparently my body has decided to start a side quest into ✨prediabetes✨. Love that for me. I’ve been trying—truly, gold star effort—eating healthier, making better choices, adding fruit like I’m starring in my own wellness rebrand… only to find out that maybe I’ve been a little *too* enthusiastic with the fruit bowl. Who knew trying to be healthy could backfire like that? Not me, a fool, standing in the kitchen with a banana like it betrayed me personally.
Meanwhile, work has me feeling like the human version of a “miscellaneous” drawer. You know, the one with batteries, a random key, and three pens that don’t work? Yeah. That’s me. I’m the filler person. Need someone to plug a gap? That’s me. Need someone to shift plans last minute? Also me. And it’s getting…old. Like, how am I supposed to plan my own life when my schedule is basically written in pencil by someone else?
And then, because the universe said “let’s really commit to the bit,” I’m officially giving up on school. Again. But this time it feels different—like, capital-D Done. Not dramatic, just…real. I didn’t pay the acceptance fee in time (turns out money is required for that, rude), and between everything else going on, it just wasn’t happening.
Which brings me to the final plot twist: my dog is pregnant. Yes. We are expecting. I am not emotionally prepared, financially thriving, or logistically organized—but we *are* expecting. So if anyone has ever dreamed of owning a German Shepherd puppy… hi, hello, this is your moment. Please come get one. Or five.
So yeah. It’s been a month. And we’re only halfway through. At this point I’m just holding on, eating my slightly controversial fruit, and waiting to see what the rest of April has planned—preferably something calm, but honestly I wouldn’t bet on it.
