All my life I’ve struggled with not feeling fulfilled in Loveland, Colorado. I never feel truly inspired, motivated, or happy. Driving down 29th street for what feels like the 29th time that day, I look at the McDonald’s I’ve ate at since childhood, I watch all the less than intereging Honda Civics and Ford Tauruses everyone in Northern Colorado seems to drive, and I look at the drab Loveland High School building and I’m reminded of how much I hate everything it holds. Everything I see, I feel like I’ve seen it before and it’s nothing remotely special, and quite frankly, a reminder of how trapped I feel. It wasn’t until November 2017, when I realized why: my surroundings have never reflected what I want in life. In November, my friend and I had tickets to a show in Denver. Beforehand, we decided to go to Cherry Creek mall, my friend told me how fun it was and I was intrigued. On our way driving there, I’d suddenly seen a part of Colorado I’ve never
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I have an extremely vivid memory of me sitting on the floor of the changing rooms of Pink, waiting for my friend to try on bras, and I took a picture of myself in the mirror. As I stared at the picture of me in the very pink room, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders because I remembered who I am, that I don’t need my ex’s approval to get what I want in life, and that I was beyond excited to work to get it myself. In visiting the mall, I’d come to the realization that my desire for material things wasn’t a flaw, but rather something interesting and a good motivational tool. I’d found a piece of myself that had been long lost amongst the red bottom Christian Louboutins, neon green Mclaren, and colorful Lush bath bombs. Every time I’ve visited Cherry Creek since then, I rediscover myself and motivation I felt I’d been
I have an extremely vivid memory of me sitting on the floor of the changing rooms of Pink, waiting for my friend to try on bras, and I took a picture of myself in the mirror. As I stared at the picture of me in the very pink room, I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders because I remembered who I am, that I don’t need my ex’s approval to get what I want in life, and that I was beyond excited to work to get it myself. In visiting the mall, I’d come to the realization that my desire for material things wasn’t a flaw, but rather something interesting and a good motivational tool. I’d found a piece of myself that had been long lost amongst the red bottom Christian Louboutins, neon green Mclaren, and colorful Lush bath bombs. Every time I’ve visited Cherry Creek since then, I rediscover myself and motivation I felt I’d been