I was sitting at this dinner tonight, and the person at the table next to us started talking loudly on speakerphone. Old me would have just put on my AirPods and ignored it. But today? Something snapped. I felt my posture straighten, my lips purse, and a very specific "I’m about to ruin this person's whole night with a polite but devastating comment" look wash over my face.
I realized in that moment that I wasn't just annoyed I was channeling a woman who once returned a half-eaten loaf of bread to the grocery store because it "felt uninspired."
The truth is, we all spend our 20s trying to be different, only to realize in our 30s that our mother’s "dramatic" tendencies were actually just high standards and a low tolerance for nonsense. Consider this shirt my official warning label: if you push me, the woman who will answer isn't me it’s the woman who raised me. And trust me, you aren't ready for that level of management. 🍷💁♀️
































































































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