Make that money...don't let it unmotivate you.

Today…what a day? A continuous flowing of thoughts has penetrated my brain causing this intense headache that I can’t seem to shake off. I need to get off, but this flowing of womanhood is preventing me from doing so. Much is on my mind and I can’t seem to find an outlet…so I decided to express instead of suppress by exposing my truths on here. I don’t really have a theme to this blog, so if you’re looking for my post to flow…they won’t…my thoughts are like a roller coaster of definition and substance…my life when the depths are unexposed may be seen as the perfection of a destined woman of success and happiness…but if exposed…it show the hidden bounds of journey to obtain such levels of perceived happiness and success. I live in a place where my motivation has decreased to the point of being a lack there of…one of whom may know me, would believe that it would be impossible for someone like me to not posses that quality. My motivation has been lost because I haven’t found my purpose in a place such as this. The environment in which I spend the majority of my time, and also contributes to the economic advantage of my lifestyle, has stressed me to the point of shedding hair, migraines and an addiction to extreme butter popcorn. The inability to embrace the differences in cultures has prevented them from creating an attempt to make me feel welcomed or valued. Instead, the significance of “brown nosing” and matchless competition is promoted the most. What is most comical to me is that I notice the structural manufacture of perceived growth is their motivation. There have been many days where I have drifted to places of secluded paradises in my mind while playing the role of the captive slave at the master’s prison. The power of reason and responsibility has caused me to remain…proclaiming the strength over my being and my independence. I’ve been looking for new opportunities that dwell in areas of my passions…but the recessionary downfall of our economy has preventing this from occurring. At times, I wish I could just vacation in the places I construct in my mind…but the reality of it all…life just doesn’t work that way.