in bed after a terrible awful no-good day, the thought struck me that "and I didn't even tear up once in frustration! i deserve a gold star"
and then: "someone should give me a gold star"
and then: "im an adult. im in charge of giving myself gold stars"
and i remembered i keep a box of glitter stickers for this exact scenario.
and that's how my terrible no good awful day ended with me covered arms-to-legs in glitter stickers. there are tiny stars scattered over my bedsheets. i understand why my parents didn't let me do this. it felt amazing. i will definitely be repeating this behaviour.
anyway. give yourself stars.



















