You know how when artists or writers can’t find inspiration for their work and they’ll call it “writers’ block” or “artists’ block?”
I don’t necessarily want to say that’s what I’m feeling, but it is, in a way. I definitely have to have reasons to get up and struggle and work towards my goals, but if you ask for me to pinpoint them, I’m not sure I could say. It could be my mom, and how hard she’s worked to give me all my opportunities and how I want to be able to make her sacrifices worth it and be able to repay her. It could be my own dreams and aspirations and hopes for the future. It could be a combination of two and many other things!
All I really know is it’s blurry, but I’m getting through it.
