tired of struggling.
having a hard time trying to discern level of success i'm having here:
here in new york.
here in adulthood.
here in life.
not tired of chasing windmills, but i have been sitting back for a bit and watching the mills circle in the distant wind. i know that should i pick up momentum, i'm bound to reach one of them...
ready for at least one thing that i desire to come to fruition sooner, rather than later: be it the love that i want, or a major break careerwise, or a trip across the world...
ready to be as healthy as i can be.
which would entail not staying awake until 6 in the morning staring at a computer screen.