DVF Coat, Zara Heels, Zara Trousers, F21 blouse
Alone With My Thoughts
Alone with my thoughts. Flying home and my mind is racing, quickly. So I write. This is what's therapeutic, this is what I know to do. I'm
having so many conflicting thoughts. I give until I can't give anymore, and still I give. Being used? I'm not sure. Like an endless race that brings no rest, no commitment, no peace. I love my craft through the pain, through the sickness, through an ER rush. So much passion, yet no one sees. 15 years of experience? Not at all. Living in a world of Mark Zuckerberg's and people still don't get it. Companies still don't get it. They will die before they get it. I want to quit it all sometimes. End it all sometimes. Never my life....just this race that's on a gerbil wheel. I'm not sure what I need to do but I have to get off of it and begin fresh. Never a quitter just a beginner looking to begin again.