So, a little bit about life lately. As most of you probably know, we moved in January, I was jobless for awhile, we traveled, I got a job, we've made new friends and visited with longtime friends, celebrated an anniversary, and the list goes on. We all have our struggles, I think we've established this before on this blog. This isn't a place where we like to pretend we have it all together. Let me catch you up on my recent conflict and maybe some of you feel the same at this moment or have felt this before. Maybe some of you older and wiser folk can help a sista out!
Does there ever come a point in our lives when we feel like we've arrived, like we've finally made it? Or does the cycle just continue over and over. Now, I know that part of that feeling is the pressure and the pretty picture that's painted from society about what life is about and what the meaning of success truly is. I get that. But I have that constant feeling that I'm waiting to reach a certain point, not even knowing what that really looks like. Is this confusion, ambition, discontentment? Is anyone with me on this? Maybe I'm just nuts! This could be entirely possible, by the way.
In other news, I joined a running class, our cat got neutered, I got this top for $5, and I've discovered a great love for peppermint tea.
Top: Anthro via Final Cut, Similar