Fresh
New blog. New lease of life. I find myself time and time again, forgetting who I am, unsure of who I want to become. My thoughts accelerate in my head and anxiety overwhelms me. I look back now and realize, the one thing I've always relished is putting pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard). I lost track, got carried away, distracted by "proper ambition", busy with growing up, moving around - ultimately forgetting what has and always will mean so much to me - words and writing. So here we are - There's been college - 4 whole years in the Great Big White - living in 3 cities over the past 8 years from home - and now here I am, a trader on "Wall Street" (I hate that term) in New York, living with my boyfriend in my Manhattan apartment. Am I happier than 7-8 years ago since I last blogged? I don't know. Have I changed? By leaps and bounds. I'm at a crossroads in my career. I've been on 3 different desks since I started - technically you cou...