My body has finally forced me to slow down and take a day off. I'm sick at home and I can't even remember the last time I had a chance to sit and relax for a bit. I feel like I've been running ever since I got home from Mexico...actually, I've been running since October 1st.
Pause for sneeze...
So, to sum up the last few weeks all I've been doing is working and doing what ever I can to make extra money. Actually, my little alterations business is blowin' up. I started doing alterations and sewing projects for co-workers and now I find myself working on projects every week. Some days I make more sewing than I do schleping burgers.
Thanks to my amazing Dad and 100,000 of his frequent flyer miles Ty and I are spending Christmas together FAR FAR AWAY from New York. I cannot wait to get out of this city. I'm so tired of fighting just to make it through the day. I'm planning on writing a book...Encountering Assholes:101, A Practical Guide. It would include all my recent stories from a co-worker three times my size threatening me that "if I ever touch him again he will f*ing mess me up" to a 40 year old man practically pushing me to the ground and yelling at me to get a seat on the subway after I give my seat to a pregnant woman. Yep, I'm done fighting.
Two more days in Hell.
A little R&R is in sight. I'll come back healed by a cup of cocoa, a warm blankie, my family and everyone I love around me. That's what matters.
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