There are days where I feel like I'm not moving, that I've been waiting for too long for something amazing to suddenly happen and carry me from this mundanity into some kind of magical dream where my life is the envy of all around me. I find myself wishing for extraordinary things for myself and yet stuck in this quicksand that disallows me from extending my barriers and breaking down the walls that hold me back from excellence.
How do I battle this sluggish deceleration? I read pages from my old journals from when I was just a young teenager with braces, zits and an adolescent arrogance that waned away with my encroaching 20's. These pages help me see how far I've come and they fill me with perspective and positivity; I feel refueled, alive and grateful for all that I have. If there's one piece of life-advice I'd give any teenager I met, it would be to write a journal everyday. Nothing that happens in your life is insignificant. They are all lessons that you're learning and they will all hold significance one day in the not so distant future. Look at me, for example. Those old, yellowed pages lifted me out of a complacent rut and into an inspired zone of imagination and creativity. Nothing else could be better!