You are not weak just because your heart feels so heavy. - Andrea Gibson

We were all born on days when too many people died in terrible ways,

I wish you were here.
Autumn is the hardest season.
The leaves are all falling
and they’re falling like they’re falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely.
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring,
but you can’t tell trees those things,
they’re like me,
they just stand there
and don’t listen. — Andrea Gibson, from “Photograph,” Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns (Write Bloody Publishing, 2008)

My last day as My Own Worst Enemy will be December 31st 2020. In my final two weeks I will:
1) Fire my inner critic, or at least demote it to part time
2) Assure my passions have the tools they need to unionize with my actions
3) Sit naked on the photocopy machine so there are one hundred copies of my ass to kiss when I’m gone.

Though I suspect it won’t bode well for acquiring a positive referral letter, it’s important I state that I’m unwilling to train a replacement in this position. It is my suggestion that the job be eliminated altogether, and that no future person take on the task.