… it’s been a long three weeks back from roaming the streets of Florence, eating my weight in gelato and taking long exposure shots of the sunset without a care in the world. every last piece of me is exhausted. physically. mentally. emotionally. the effects of advertising are taking its toll in much more impactful ways than just the extra-strength dark eye circle cream i’m buying in bulk these days; is this what it means to feel burnt out? not even six months in and i feel as though i’ve aged the equivalent of my last six years in communications. yikes. there are days where i see a spark at the end of the tunnel, but more often than it’s a shroud of darkness; a shroud of darkness accompanied by the heavy, humid blanket of uncertainty and fear that leaves you hesitant to take another step forward. it feels like a dysfunctional love i’m determined to see through, but at what expense? no answers here, just ramblings. even the most difficult of experiences help shape us, so long as we let them. as was with the utter joy & happiness i felt leaving Rome, i want to remember this moment + this feeling. such is the balance of life.