New York, NY

I'm back. I had a great, relaxing week where I tore through books, did yoga with my mom, watched football with my dad, played Scrabble with my granny and wondered if I will ever make an impact on the world or why I would want to...

The people I love most in my life, I love for their simple exsistence for simply being who they are. Yet, I have never loved myself for that. I keep waiting for myself to do that one meaningful thing to earn my own love and admiration.

Thinking this is possible--that there is a feat lying in wait for me so that I may someday become myself--at least keeps the dramatic tension up.