I have just returned from Cascais, a small coastal town just outside of Lisbon and it was a struggle to return. The town was screensaver beautiful, the sun beat down on my Scottish, pale skin and I ate and drank like a king, so of course, the taxi ride to the airport, the flight returning home and thetaxi journey through grey and cold cobbled streets was a struggle. However, this sort of struggle; the struggle of not accepting life as it is, the struggle of yearning for more is just what motivates me to keep working and bettering myself, so that I won’t dread returning to work in a job I have no passion for, watching what I spend and being constrained creatively. If I don’t work on myself and embrace struggle, I’ll keep feeling that struggle of returning each year. I’d rather live a life full of exploration, curiosity and fulfilment and in order to do that, I must struggle.