Today is August 15th. My personal “hell day.” Or, one of them, really. Anyone else have anniversaries of days that they hate to recall? Break ups? Lost jobs? Lost friends? Days just chock-full of terrible decisions?
I guess with that said, I should rephrase my earlier statement. You see, this is my professional hell day.
I wish I could post anecdotes publicly from this tumultuous year. I wish I could turn back time and not lose my fight. I wish — but I can’t — and there’s only now, which is terribly hard to remember.
Tonight I had to move my car out of the driveway. My radio automatically kicked on with some serious high school nostalgia… and the world daintily letting me know that it’s time to stop harping and be ready to move on.
Throw it away
We’ll make the great escape
We won’t hear a word they say
They don’t know us anyway
Watch it burn
Let it die
‘Cause we are finally free tonight