quin·tes·sence
[kwin-tes-uh
ns]–noun1. the pure and concentrated essence of a substance.
2. the most perfect embodiment of something.
It seems like forever ago when I posted this, though it is still relevant. Especially after this weekend's play-cation.
What characteristics compose me? What desires? What needs? Some people can rattle off a laundry list by memory of what defines them. But me? Not so much. Like my moods, my necessities tend to fluctuate around the ideas of love, laughter, family, nature, and comfort.
But this weekend rattled what I had thought had become a somewhat stable mentality.
You see, I'm a native Miami-an. I skipped town in 2005 to embark on collegiate wonders renouncing the state of Florida with its perpetual heat. Here I am, six years later wondering if Florida really is so bad. This weekend I was reminded how much I miss the simplicity of being able to see grass, the remarkable difference that an ocean breeze has on rising temperatures and in turn my sanity.
Maybe it's because I'm still partially in a playcation-coma, and maybe it's partially due to the overwhelming anxiety about if I'll be able to land a job in NYC. (And I'm not going to lie, a BIG part is because I have been absolutely miserable the past two completely unbearable NYC summers.)
So what is my quintessence at this point in my life? I guess I'll have to see....
What is the "pure essence of you"? Or what would be the "perfect embodiment of something" for you?
It seems like forever ago when I posted this, though it is still relevant. Especially after this weekend's play-cation.
What characteristics compose me? What desires? What needs? Some people can rattle off a laundry list by memory of what defines them. But me? Not so much. Like my moods, my necessities tend to fluctuate around the ideas of love, laughter, family, nature, and comfort.
But this weekend rattled what I had thought had become a somewhat stable mentality.
You see, I'm a native Miami-an. I skipped town in 2005 to embark on collegiate wonders renouncing the state of Florida with its perpetual heat. Here I am, six years later wondering if Florida really is so bad. This weekend I was reminded how much I miss the simplicity of being able to see grass, the remarkable difference that an ocean breeze has on rising temperatures and in turn my sanity.
Maybe it's because I'm still partially in a playcation-coma, and maybe it's partially due to the overwhelming anxiety about if I'll be able to land a job in NYC. (And I'm not going to lie, a BIG part is because I have been absolutely miserable the past two completely unbearable NYC summers.)
So what is my quintessence at this point in my life? I guess I'll have to see....
What is the "pure essence of you"? Or what would be the "perfect embodiment of something" for you?
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