I'll be here.
This week I've been dealing with moving out of a rut. I have been obsessing and obsessing and obsessing over being successful right now, instead of being cognizant of my current successes in life. I am 23 - happy, healthy, and frankly in a really good position. I am with the most incredible, talented man in the entire universe. I'm in shape. I have a publishing deal. I'm about to graduate with my Masters. Among all of these meaningful things, I've managed to let the dull pangs of mediocrity feed continually until I feel like I deserve to feel miserable everyday at 5 p.m. So, it's time to step it up. I'm searching for the balance which one is supposed to find at 23 - the balance between the crazy, questionable mess that life can be at this point and the peace one finds in knowing they are "on their way" to reaching their potential. I have to remember what I am always telling other people: perfection is boredom. If I were to attain all of my goals right now, where would I go? I would want more. I think I've already set up some hefty goals for my life, and I'm well on my way to achieving them.