Sunday Confessions: 8-18-24

"I have to stop doing the worm when I’m out at the bars. I need a boyfriend."

While I haven’t been inserting my own confessions for a while now, I have one today that’s weighing on me heavily: I’m excited to finish this season of Love Island USA solely because I need other nighttime media in my life. I feel like my brain is turning to mush and I need to watch something serious with a plot.

There, said it. Admitted it. Feel good about it.

But one note before this week’s confessions — I will be traveling for a family wedding next week which means there’s a high likelihood that this will be the final Sunday Confessions until September. If that’s the case, see you then.

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Went on a date with my ex, I think they’re the one.

Told my husband I wanted to move. He was against it, I got offered a new job in a new city states away. I accepted it, haven’t told him yet.

An ex friend is still hung up on why we aren’t friends. It’s been 11 years and she has started new rumors about me. We are adults. I’m married with kids. I also live 4 hours away from her.

I want to be a writer but I think that being on the computer 40+ hours a week makes me want to do anything but be on my computer more for writing.

Start year 15 of teaching tomorrow. Classroom is basically organized, but I have nothing planned for the week except my 1st day fit.

In my fantasy, his wife dies.

I just want to live my life reading my books, drinking my coffee and smoking my cigarettes. Very demure. Very mindful.

Nervously attended our first soft swap party… hubby and I had the most fun ever… are we in the Life Style now? 

Just turned 29 and I don’t like 95% of my friends anymore.

Ex wants to meet up to exchange stuff we left at each others places after I broke up with him last month. I’d rather never get those things back

I have pneumonia. Who gets pneumonia.

I’m a full grown adult with a FT job and I take a nap nearly every day during working hours. Part of me feels guilty, but more of me feels like without it, I couldn’t persist against The Horrors (life).

I’ve really tried and I simply cannot get into Chappell Roan’s music…

A man I’ve had flirtatious poetic exchanges with wrote an 80-page book about our connection with one another. I was flattered, but it would be remiss of me to not consider how we’ve never even met. It’s only been through a digital space that we’ve “connected.”

I blink and somehow I blow through my entire paycheck the first weekend I have it. I don’t regret those afternoon oysters though no sir.

Everything my 10year old daughter does annoys me. I wonder when i’ll start to like her.

I know this is melodramatic of me to say but I think my instagram followers hate me.

I love Sex & the City but Carrie Bradshaw is fucking annoying.

Had the ambition to start a side hustle during my vacation this year. Have been off for six weeks and starts to work tomorrow again. Have I done ANYTHING on that side hustle idea? No. Feels like crap.

I rarely “shake well before use.”

 I might be in love with my boss.

Reading a magazine is a lost art. It’s so mindful, so classy, very demure.

Finally took the leap to leave my corporate job to pursue my other two creative jobs full time, and I have never been so unmotivated, overwhelmed, and full of doubt.

I like the way he smells after a workout. It turns me on.

I have spent the long weekend on a countryside with my closests friends. It was great but have realized I have not been happy for over a year. Nothing brings me joy anymore and I am too afraid to tell anybody.

Pretty sure my mother-in-law and I were both ogling the silver fox at the pool the other day. And, tbh, I’m still thinking about him and his hip dips… whew.

I got fired from my sales job and I am having a really good Summer holiday. Thanks, boss.

Picked out my engagement ring yesterday! No one knows but I’m so excited!

Snooped on my boyfriend’s phone…found out he’s been texting my mom about getting a ring.

Moving to a new city at 28 and not knowing anyone definitely gives lonely Sunday a new definition.

I’m obsessed with the smell of my baby’s breath.

I have to stop doing the worm when I’m out at the bars. I need a boyfriend.

I like a guy who’s emotionally unavailable and a workaholic or maybe he doesn’t like me back but the sex is good.

Told family and friends my goal of losing weight is to reverse my PCOS/get healthy for pregnancy but really I just want to be thin again — doctor is offering Ozempy and I just might do it and not admit. Am I bad person? Or like everyone else?

I think reading smutty romance novels is ruining my life.

Instead of journaling like a normal person I started a voice note journal because I love to yap and wow it’s therapeutic.

I microwave my pizza rolls.

Getting the “that was so fun!!! Love you! Can’t wait to do it again!” texts in the group chat as we all fly back to our respective homes after our annual girls weekend. I spent the weekend dying to go home and hoping I didn’t have to do it again.

I really hate my job but I’m going to Europe for two weeks, so that’s what’s going to fund it.

I often compare my picture to my ex's current wife's pictures. I look better than her and she is 15 years younger.

Did the thing and left my entire life behind for a new start. If it was possible for me, it’s possible for you.

No one told me how expensive dining chairs are and now I’m overwhelmed.

My flights delayed four hours and I don’t care because I WILL be falling in love over wine in the intl business class lounge.

Told my in-laws I didn’t have any vacation days left, but I really just didn’t want to travel with them. I have 1 week of vacation left.

I judge my neighbors who use the elevator to go down in our 4 story building.

At 31, I’m genuinely convinced I’ll never find my person. Not to be dramatic. I just feel it in my bones.

Let an “I love you so much” slip out, half asleep, deep buzz with a new person I’m dating…pretending like it never happened.

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