I feel like I'm going round and round in circles. I know I'm meant to do something about this. Where I'm at is perfectly fine, but I crave being somewhere I know will be better. 


"You're not simple enough, and yet you're not complex. Where do you go from here, missy?"


I know what I want. And with each passing day I want it more desperately. I will make it happen. It has to happen.