let me free...

ai dios, since when do Dominicans get allergies? I look worse than Tyson after Holyfield was done with him.

Recently, I've experienced the feeling of a caged bird more than usual. It's like someone with gigantor hands decided to grab me by the chest and squeeze without remorse. I'm not sad nor depressed just anxious. So many things I want to accomplish and no idea of exactly how to go about it. And I don't have the resources for them either. I feel like I'm accommodating to the life I fell upon and not seeking the life I envisioned. Being conscious of the aforementioned increases the anxiety. Almost like a prequartercentury-life crisis. LOL

It's not that things aren't okay, I just need them to get better-fast. I'm usually patient but recently even that's rare. The feelings of uncertainty and confinement serve as motivation, I'll figure this out. This will eventually make sense...breathing, no worries.

Which reminds me, what is the likelihood of a woman being successful in her career and finding true partnership? As per an observation I made: there aren't many successful women that are happily partnered up. It's almost like you have to choose one or the other. That's kinda crazy.

...hungry mind here it's all.

hasta luego...