Aimless

Approaching thirty.

I had a quarter-life crisis, thinking I was running out of time, but look at me now, approaching thirty. The world hasn't ended yet, so I guess I was wrong.

The rat race is real, and it's inevitable that we fall into that trap of running someone else's race. But how does that serve me in what I've got going on?

It's easy to get lost. How many times have you picked up your phone since you woke up? *don't worry, I'll give you a second to count.

See? Probably too many to count!

Focus...

There was a time when I just wanted better for myself. Life really wasn't making sense, so I bounced.

Isolation was the best teacher.

In my opinion, getting to know yourself plays a pivotal role. I believe it!

I really do!

Switching majors, impromptu trips, pulling double shifts because we were taught to work super hard for our money. Why was I working so hard for money?

Stability was the goal, but how stable can one be if they never take any risks?

If money wasn't a factor, would you still be doing what you're doing right now?