I feel like quitting every single day. Every.single.day. New York, this blog...everything. Sometimes I think about what it would be like living in a smaller city and having a 9-5 job that didn't give me stress pimples. A life of dinner clubs and tennis lessons and not having to worry about what you're wearing every time you step outside. Ahh, that sounds nice.
But, I know in my heart that that would make me happy for like, a week. The novelty would wear off and then I'd be dreaming of my days in NYC where I didn't know what was going to happen from one day to the next. Literally. It's stressful, but exciting. There's just something about the hustle of the city that I'm addicted to. I hate it and love it at the same time. Right now, I hate it. New York, why can't I quit you?!
On the inside, I feel like this most of the time--beaten and worn down. Exhausted. Do I have another round in me? Just when it feels like I don't, I pull another one out of my ass. Somehow. I don't know how.
Hope. Ambition. Friends. Family. God. The power of change. And dreams. And believing. These are the things that keep me going when I feel like calling it quits. What about YOU?