My monthly recaps keep getting more and more morose. Call it summertime sadness or something, or maybe depression. No, I'll call it "existential panic." I like that better. Or a "quarter-life crisis" (this is a legit thing, you know). Needless to say, when I read
this opinion piece in the New York Times a few days ago, about a man's summer that never was, I knew I had to reference it in this post. Because that is the way I feel every month. A little let down that I didn't get to do it all.
My job is still crazy, my boyfriend's job is taking him away for weeks at a time, and I'm not really getting out much. You'd think I'd be able to blog more in that downtime, but really any time I have is devoted to either sleep or admin/paperwork stuff for work. And it's been this way for months.
But hey, it's September, and school has started for the kiddos, so maybe that'll mean a more stable work schedule for me (I provide therapy for kids in their schools and homes). Also, I have several outfits waiting to be posted, like these black and white ones above that I had planned to share in August-- stay tuned for those and more this month. All in all, I felt quite stressed and sad last month, but there were also many moments of great fun, love, and laughter over the course of two family birthdays and one wedding. It was the first time a close friend of mine was married, and I cried so many happy tears that night. See more happy August memories from my Instagram below: