how do you solve a problem like maria?
I remember when I was younger and grown-ups would say things alluding to the idea that I should really be enjoying this time in my life because being an adult, for the most part, sucks. And then, I would roll my eyes and think "no way, not me, when I'm adult things are going to rock... everything will be better".
I find myself longing for my childhood again. For freedom and time.
Work is consuming. Surviving has become consuming. It's a daily struggle to find that imagination and motivation that fueled much of my youth and young adult-hood.
I'm at war with my mind. I'm distracted.
