Overanalyzing, overthinking, and deconstructing the blurry lines between whimsy and chaos

I felt like I was sitting at my desk again, trying to piece together the fine line between child-like reactions and productive task orientations.

Treasure maps, a diary with instructions on how to find the holy grail, and legal documents that address your wishes.

Salt rocks and llamas and pill cases, oh my!

I’m not gatekeeping the Goldfish crackers.

You’re safe here, I believe you. I’m your ally.

Heaven knows it can’t be worse than cuddling with a watermelon.