August tends to be an unpleasant month for me. It means I’ve recently had another birthday. Another number. Another year of life demarcated. Another reason to question and evaluate what I’ve done and what I’m doing.
I get extremely restless this time of year. Every year. I have incredible urges to shake things up, do something drastic, take off to a foreign land, run away, reinvent myself.
August is that time of year when I know "summer vacation" is nearing the end, and school will start again soon. The pressure of "back to school" hits me every year at this time: Like a giant school principal in the sky, looking down on me, ready to throw the books at my head and say, "What are you going to DO this year, Audrey?"
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"A lot can happen in a year."
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