This is not the first time it’s happened. I don’t know if it’s every September — I’m too sleep deprived to remember, but I do remember another awful September. It was the fall of 2016. There must be something in the air that August is over, summer is done. Time to get extra serious for a few months before the holidays. Time to turn everything on its head. Deadlines – end of month, end of quarter. It happens to be a “let’s try to do something we’ve never done before” on top of everything else kinda month. (Of course you bust your ass and make it happen and bond with your co-workers more than usual, and celebrate over ALOT of drinks when you reach your goal, but I’m not going to lie. September is slowly killing me).
I know it’s temporary and it will be over soon. It’s just the perfect storm. And anyone who was with me in the fall of 2016 knows how damn funny (not funny) it is for me to use the word storm.
Ever heard the saying “What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger?” I.AM.SO.STRONG.
I could end the blog there, but I’ll Katie-ramble a little because I know I’m not alone so anyone feeling like this month has been a big turd, please know I can relate.
Third-party-Katie knows balance is key for health and sanity but there’s literally no time for balance. What is balance? It’s the third week in September and I haven’t written a single blog (because I’m telling myself that I deserve that extra hour to finish whatever it is I’m doing.) And even though I’ve probably only showered and brushed my hair 7 times this month I AM GETTING SHIT DONE. Again, I know it’s not sustainable and it won’t last, but I am damn proud of myself every day.
With all the things to get done in September, we have been able to (quickly) celebrate some big things at home. Todd is making the time to spend time doing what he loves and is making progress with his goals for the garage. Oscar is killing it at school and adding tons of pitching videos for colleges coaches, and narrowing down what he wants to major in next year. Mikey is really setting himself up to be the best big brother to Izzy. He’s so good with her. I wish he could be as gentle with Scarlett as he is with the baby. Scarlett is 95% of the way potty trained and is now wearing undies to school. Isabella, my little angel, is kinda crawling. Time is flying, but things are all good.
The whole theme of my September matches the theme of this blog. The ups, the downs, and everything in between.
I’ve learned so much from you September, so I love you but I don’t like you at the same time. And I don’t want a repeat next year. Besides getting up and getting through it every day (downs) and literally surprising myself with what I’m able to accomplish (ups), I’ve been able to lean on some of my favorite co-workers (ups) to get me through the moments when I break (downs); the moments when I wonder how I can do anything about cry in a fetal position or take up drinking as my full-time job (downs). I love you ladies for all the love and support and encouragement (ups).
To wrap up my rant that I know is not well organized, I’m proud to have survived (even if it’s just barely) and I also have an amazing opportunity to spend the last week of September away at a conference to do what I love more than anything – learn!
October, I’m counting on you. =)
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