When I first moved to New York back in March, I never would have imagined I’d feel this way not even six months later. I feel almost stuck yet free for the first time in my life and it is just paralyzing to think of how hard I worked to get here, only to end up feeling this way.
This isn’t a sudden onset of this feeling, I’ve felt this way for months. looking for what could potentially be an out at any corner but never truly finding one.
So as any mid-twenties girl would do, I took a step back and decided I was going to restructure and rebuild the life I wanted starting in September, which of course happened to fall perfectly on the day I treat as the beginning of my weeks.
So everything aligned.
But if one thing I know about myself couldn’t help but be true, it’s that I need to hold myself responsible in some sort of way. Which brings me here, writing about starting over yet again, because apparently being 26 is the year of starting over for me. I am not going to share all the ways I plan to make myself start over no that would be too easy for me to find someone to just annoy me into doing it instead of taking a moment for personal growth and growing into this accountability for myself.
So here I am with one of my life-related tasks, getting my life together, and writing again. Something I love and enjoy forces me to use my brain more than I have been these last few months just going through the motions.
Sidney Donna 