Most of Sex And The City hasn’t aged well. But there’s one thing from the show that remains timeless and universally relatable.
Secret Single Behavior.
We all have our own freaky little habits. Mine are binging on every ‘what’s in my bag’ or ‘day in my life’ or room tour videos/posts I can get my tappity fingers on, usually while munching on jalapeño Skinny Pop straight from the bag as I lean against the kitchen island.
I turned 40 last month. I’m not one to normally get caught up in milestone birthdays, but this is one of the first where I don’t have major goals or plans for the year/decade ahead. It’s a new feeling, and one that feels scary. And since I don’t know what tangible goal I’m working towards, I’m leaning into doing the things that scare me.
Writing more personally scares me. Sharing parts of my life that I never have - both deeply personal and frivolous - scares me.
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