Drown in your fear a little bit. Let yourself feel smothered by it, let your mind take you places, and let yourself feel outside of your body. Give yourself as much time as you need.
I can’t find that all purpose tool/gadget thing you guys gave me when I moved out and into the real world. You know the one with the scissors and screw driver and, like, seven other tools I’ve never used before? I think it’s stored somewhere in my desk.
He’ll admit that one beer is all it takes. He’ll tell you that his facial hair still comes in patchy. He’ll say he’s intimidated by you and you won’t believe him for a second.
You’re writing thank you notes on monogrammed stationery, I’m instagramming my latte.