and the next day and the next

This is the part of the movie where the montage and the sad song are done playing, and you have to pick yourself up and have a cup of coffee and return proofreading projects, go to second interviews, show up at work and pretend you're not going to interviews. Go to the studio, record Christmas music with your band. Finish busy work for The Internship you seriously thought was over. Buy macaron and scarf them before you even get out of the parking lot. Laundry, laundry, and your regular hair color is starting to show through.

I don't have time to go on vacation, but I'm going to anyway. And after that, I have this vision that I'll be all sorted out and work less hours, and sit in an armchair and read a book. Stop biting my nails. Get this job that I want so bad. Go running again. Write handwritten letters. Go to parties. Just my usual life that I've been missing, but with more holidays and Sabbaths.

Here I come, ready or not.