Laboring Day
Anybody that tells me that August does nothing but completely fucking blow...is a goddamned liar. It's hot, it's sweaty and there are no holidays. Alright, it's birthstone is Peridot, and that's pretty cool. I'll give you that...but that's it. The last six weeks have been hell. I feel terrible. I feel like I look terrible and I am struggling to understand the trajectory of my life. Although I have strategically and tirelessly worked to make my financial situation better, and I have created a plan to freedom, the pivotal and redemptive moment where I bust through the tape and cross the finish line is a long way off. Like, for real. I thought, for sure, that I would find solace in Labor Day: the unofficial end to summer, the end of August and the beginning of all things orange, yellow, brown and pumpkin spice. But, the burden of August has become the burden of September, too. Every week in therapy I have expressed that I am sad, I am crying, I am irrationa