This isn’t a golf game and smaller isn’t always better.
All of which has landed me here. Dressed head-to-toe in a striped print standing in front of a giant eyeball in Dallas.
I’m no scientist, but I can’t imagine focusing on the negative aspects of every situation, albeit whether we realize we are complaining or not, is good for our world view.
The whole thing feels like an overly enthusiastic post from a friend bragging about a trip you know they were miserable on.
I am not exaggerating and this is not just another desperate attempt to jump on the mom jeans train (although, I completely understand your suspicion).