Is there such a thing as the August blahs?
(That was a clever title, wasn't it?)
Your only accepted response here is to say yes.
Obviously the August blahs exist because I have them.
July was exciting. July was high risk. July was high reward. July was busy.
But August. August is desperation. The need to get in that last hurrah. August is the other side of the hump, and instead of seeing Friday, you're seeing Winter.
And you're not ready.
I'm feeling that disconnect again. It comes and goes. It's when it sticks around that it's a problem.
Normally, I'd have something to distract me. But August is just...
Blahgust.
(That was a clever title, wasn't it?)
Your only accepted response here is to say yes.
Obviously the August blahs exist because I have them.
July was exciting. July was high risk. July was high reward. July was busy.
But August. August is desperation. The need to get in that last hurrah. August is the other side of the hump, and instead of seeing Friday, you're seeing Winter.
And you're not ready.
I'm feeling that disconnect again. It comes and goes. It's when it sticks around that it's a problem.
Normally, I'd have something to distract me. But August is just...
Blahgust.
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