The imperfection 

You’re stuck in traffic. Life sucks. It’s all very hard except it isn’t. We make it suck. It’s all relative. When you’re born privileged you feel entitled to things to be perfect. They aren’t and never will be. 
The lesson here is to chill when it isn’t perfect. You’re terrible at this. You want to know why everything happens the way it does. You can’t know. You might never know. Not until you’re perfect. I love you but we both know you’re not perfect. Not until you get here.
So in the midst of madness and insecurity; what to do? Dance. Smile. Listen to music. Say positive affirmations. There’s never NOTHING to do. 
Even in desperate times, there’s something to be done. People think it’s hopeless. It’s not. 
You didn’t get the raise at work you know you deserved? Well, you can whine and cry but it’s not gonna change a thing. Instead carry on with the job and focus on the very little good it has. And let it motivate you to find something better. If it feels like the wrong job it’s because it is. WAKE UP! You’re better than that. 
I know you lack confidence so keep working on that. Keep working on yourself, your art. The dark path doesn’t have to be an ugly one. Embrace the mess. It makes for a better story. 
Love always,