It's been a month where I wake up 45 minutes before my alarm on a Monday morning, and work really hard not to sleep through it by the time Friday rolls around.
It's been a month where I have been in my car more often than I've been at home.
It's been a month where the only times I get to spend with my animals are upon awakening and upon falling asleep.
It's been a month where no amount of concealer can hide the bags, puffiness, or circles that envelop my eyes.
It's been a month where, just as I get rid of one blemish, another erupts. And another. And another.
It's been a month where I have to finish at least four books for book clubs and for pleasure, but have barely enough time to read a full chapter of The DaVinci Code. (At least the chapters are short).
It's been a month of working hard, but being aware of balancing that work with play.
It's been a month of seeing the fruits of my labor pay off.
It's been a month full of personal and professional satisfaction.
It's been a month where, for the first time, I feel truly happy, blessed, and satisfied with myself, my career, and in general, my adult life.
It's been a month of anticipation.
It's been a month of reflection.
And now, I have nothing planned for the weekend. Nothing at all.
And now, I collapse from exhaustion.
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