Week 3: Still here

Still here, still here?

Still in Rochester, still a bartender, still unhappy professionally.

Although still determined.

I did get a new bartending gig though, hopefully a better work environment than my current situation, but still. The same.

I've been practicing more stillness in my life, meditation and self-reflection. Alone time has been feeding me well, too.

My morning routine is becoming more natural, I'm nearing a place where I excite to wake and feed myself. I've been attempting to feed all parts of myself in the mornings.

Feed my skin with skincare, my body with movement and good foods, my anxiety with fluoxetine, my energy with matcha, my goals without spending, my soul by journaling.

I worked a small wedding this past weekend and saved my weekly $95 cash by Friday, learning how to hustle is still a priority in this story.

I've still been trying to find a job in journalism/writing, and I set up an appointment with my alum university's career guidance staff.

Still determined, although still here.

I should probably start working more details of my roadtrip, yeah?

I can get distracted by what's physically infront of me, so much so that I let long-term goals slip through the cracks.

But that's why I'm still here, writing to no one in attempt at keep myself accountable.

Perspective has historically served me well, seeing how the rest of the world lives.

Going to different places and taking inventory of my priorities and place in life.

I'm visiting one of my good friends in NYC next week, very excited.

The first time I went to the city in June of this year, I was punched in the face with perspective.

Especially, honestly, by the kids who move there to go to school, or dance, or act, or otherwise "make" it. Fucking fearless.

I think we could all benefit from practicing less fear in our lives.

xxoo Ten