Dramedy

So this morning, I’m scrolling through LinkedIn, emotionally raw and spiritually powered by caffeine fumes and crushed dreams, when I see it:

“I quit my job, booked a one-way ticket to Thailand with $100 in my account, and it was the best decision of my life.”

Naturally, the post features a glowing woman—flawless hair, holding a wine glass, barefoot on a balcony, overlooking the ocean like she’s just discovered enlightenment via Airbnb.

And I’m sitting there, wearing a hoodie that’s seen things, holding a mug that says “World’s Okayest Job Seeker,” wondering how she pulled this off while I can’t even get a recruiter to “circle back.”

She says she was burnt out (aren’t we all), so she followed her intuition, left her six-figure role, packed a silk kimono and maybe two almonds, and flew to Southeast Asia with the confidence of someone who’s never paid for checked baggage.

Apparently, she’s now a full-time “abundance mindset coach” and “digital wellness alchemist.”

Meanwhile, I’m a part-time unpaid intern for my own job search and a full-time emotional support barista for myself.

She’s sipping Sauvignon Blanc at 10:00 a.m., writing things like:

“Sometimes, the universe asks you to leap.”

Yeah, well the universe asked me to retype my entire résumé into an application portal after I already uploaded it.

And when I leaped? The universe sent back a 404 error.

She writes, “$100 was all I had, but it was more than enough.”

Ma’am. With $100, I can afford exactly:

• One tank of gas

• Two bags of anxiety snacks

• And a three-day emotional breakdown with a side of Wi-Fi

She says she manifested a whole new life.

I manifested a three-day Indeed freeze and a coupon for off-brand peanut butter.

No hate to her—she’s clearly thriving, glowing, and possibly funded by a trust I’ll never meet.

But for the rest of us?

We’re not rebooting our lives in Bali.

We’re rebooting our routers, filing for the 14th application of the week, and hoping Chad from HR actually reads our cover letter.

And that’s okay.

Because not everyone’s transformation story comes with ocean views and hashtag vibes.

Some of us are doing the gritty, unfiltered version.

With rejection emails, gas receipts, and stubborn hope.

So no, I’m not in Thailand with a wine glass.

But I am here. Still standing. Still showing up.

And frankly, that’s pretty legendary too.