I procrastinate every chance I get, but I stress over the clock every minute, of every day.
I am unapologetically loud, but keep my mouth shut too often.
I love my thirties, even though I thought I’d hate them.
I love with everything I have, but I cautiously hold back claiming protection.
I talk too fast, but I don’t say enough.
I refuse to buy new clothes when there are plenty of perfect items at the thrift shop for $1.99.
I am obsessed with Twitter, but don’t tweet enough.
I hope I can finish a book sometime soon, but it’s a massive conquest.
I think co-sleeping is a terrible idea, but don’t judge people who do it.
I (still) love Bernie Sanders and don’t care who knows it.
I stole a car once, it was my stepdad’s… but we laugh about it now.
I worry what other people think, but I do what I want.
I attended three different high-schools before graduation, but I’m grateful I did.
I cuss like a sailor, but I hold back when needed.
I love myself, but I’m harshly critical.
I over think, but I rarely think things through.
I know who I am, but I often wonder if I’m wrong.
I am happy, but sometimes I am overcome with sadness.
I’m carefree but filled with anxiety.
I know I have a lot to offer, but I frequently doubt myself.
I love my pets, but God damn, they are fucking annoying sometimes.
I think parenting is hard, but it’s the most fulfilling venture I’ve been on.
I show kindness every chance I can, but sometimes my judgments get the best of me.
I love wine but hate the next day headache.
I am too old for excessive selfies, but occasionally sneak one in.
I love to write, but it’s so easy to throw on the back burner.
I found myself in Wisconsin, but miss Minnesota.
I am a person who values friendships but should put more effort into them.
I wonder what life would be like if I’d made different choices, but regret nothing.