New York is a place where people go to get inspired and after coming back I feel like I need MORE. Have you ever been really dissatisfied with your life, but when you look around and count all your blessing you feel like a selfish bitch because you realize how lucky and fortunate you are? My acknowledgement of how blessed I am, paired with my ambition, creates an edifice of paradoxical labyrinths (taken into consideration that labyrinths aren't necessarily intuitive to begin with), BUT you get the picture, right?
My inconsistencies go a little like this *insert beat box sound/hand motion*:
I feel like I dish out a lot of love but have to work twice as hard to get it in return [not intuitive]
I feel like I work really hard but I don't see any traction [not intuitive]
I can solve problems in everyone else's life but my own [not intuitive]
I religiously wear black yet I don't consider myself to be a dark person [slightly intuitive]
If I could master the art of mental extraction/mental inception my life would be a whole lot better [intuitive].
Ok, that felt good to get off my chest, now I must return to reality.