Stephanie Cake

He opens a window. I hate dorky ass cliches like that. But this week has been oddly reminiscent of the sentiment. Perhaps I'm cashing in on some serious karma.

When I found out that I was going to get bumped for a scheduled week from my $500/day consulting job I nearly vomited. Oh woe is me... the bills that are piling up, the menacing ghost of the IRS looming over my unpaid quarterly taxes, the roof that needs repair, the holidays coming. And then, just as my Free Will Astrology horoscope for the week indicated, the window opened, and something came through for 2 days/week for the next month. A very nice consolation prize.

Unfortunately, emotionally, I feel the impending doom of end of the year depression. I keep putting things off and I haven't made much headway on several pretty important projects. I feel like I'm skating by right now. Skin of my teeth kind of thing. Lack of intestinal fortitude. Absence of motivation and ambition.

At this very moment in time I am feeling: hostile. uncreative. sad. ambivalent. spacey. unloved. cold (goddamn! we need to turn on the heat!). uncomfortable. intuitive dread. heavy hearted.