Lately, learning to be content with my progress in this part of my life has been a concept that I have yet to grasp. Up until this point, I have crafted expectations concerning where I thought I would be. And it comes as no surprise to me that such standards and the lack of achieving them would cause disappointment. I sway between the idea of being discouraged with myself for being so demanding, and applauding myself for challenging myself to life beyond mediocrity. Then comes the black cloud of thoughts that rains nothing but visions of the city on my once productive day. "How about I just drop out of college, move to New York, and work three jobs. And all of that to sustain my dream of being a city girl," I often tell myself. Not to say that those things will never happen, because they will. However, the big girl mentality in me that is so difficult to find at times, interjects and declares that I cannot and will not create a habit of running from the challenging aspects of life.
Essentially, this post served as a pep talk to myself. We all need them sometimes. And along with the pep talk comes a pat on my own back. Good job Lili, you're doing better than you think. Whew.
