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You sit and you wonder "what is wrong with me?" You're twenty something, and it seems as though your life isn't progressing. Maybe you're not seeing the big masterpiece of a picture, but it sure looks like a mess up close.

Have you ever seen Claude Monet's Impression, Sunrise painting? Monet and his style of painting says something. It might not say the same thing to you, but hear me out. He wasn't your typical painter, he actually studied nature, the colors, and the changes. He watched the sunsets and it's shades, he witnessed the sunrises and its fullness of light. He dissected each color spectrum and he interpreted that onto a canvas. In this particular painting taking place in France, up close, I saw blobs of colors, and quite frankly the colors were all blended in and looked the same. What seemed to be the figures from afar, looked like sticks up close. I so love and appreciate this specific painting.

Where am I getting at? Life may not look so colorful up close. On the day to day basis, it looks mundane and non evolving.

My life has been compartmentalized. As I take a peek into each compartment, I shake my head, because it all looks grey to me. What are the compartments you wonder? Family, friends, work, school, relationships, finances, and my favorite one, the thinking box. Each one needs some major tweaking.

This ones for the single ladies out there, my age, who are balancing it all and losing their minds. I'm not saying that the ones married and with kids have got it all figured out, but I feel as though its a tad bit easier on them gals than us twenty somethings who are trying to find their place.

Some of us work and work a lot just to make it, we go to school to make something of ourselves, and if you're anything like me, you go back to your home all quiet and nice, make yourselves some new fad healthy food, sit on the couch and binge watch Netflix. Then right before you lay your head on your soft pillow, you think to yourself, "I'd be nice to have someone by your side right at this very moment." Before you know it, your mind is flooded with million questions, trillion insecurities, and gazillion fears. What if this is it? Do we go on accepting the possibility of being alone? They say that once you stop looking for love, it will find you. And I tried that trick, I think love got lost somewhere and never made its way to me.

I look at ImpressionSunrise by Monet and I can't help but think of a certain compartment in my life- my dating. A huge blob, up close, all grey and confusing and it feels lonely.

So girls, the ones who are standing way too close to Monet's Sunrise, lets all take a step back and see that even with small accomplishments we are making progress. I want to see us girls have a sense of self, have an understanding that each new days' obstacle- what ever it may be, will always lead us to where we're supposed to be. We don't know our path, but lets just live our days full of ambition, optimism and determination. Lets stop looking in our compartments with a disappointed mind set, rather a fresh new eyes.

Each new color, even the dark ones, bring forth a pretty neat picture.
Believe me, the Sunrise- it is a masterpiece, so is your life-take a step back.


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