The word is stuck in my head today. Stop calling your coworkers ass-kissers and yes-men. Call them sycophants. It rolls off the tongue with built in disgust. It bounces around the mouth so concisely. Perfect word.
theres a line in mean girls that stuck with me from my junior year performance … “and those sycophants who follow you, i’ll remember all their names, and when they drag you down like they inevitably do, i will not laugh along with them and approve their palace coup, cus thats not me”
I specifically made plans this year to be alone on my actual birthday. And it’s been so nice. The best in years, no tears! I got up early to walk around a wildflower garden, tried a new coffee shop. Read a lot. Thrifted. Sushi for dinner and a peach crepe for dessert. The only thing missing was that I never went and celebrated with my favorite paintings at the museum but I’ll have a belated party with them later. Happy birthday to me.