The Price of Salt

Ten days after my twenty-fifth birthday—Thursday, July 18, 2009—I woke up early and headed to work as usual.  I expected it to be just another day in a string of extremely long summer days—I run the aquatics portion of our summer camp and typically my days are thirteen hours long at this time of year.  Being halfway through the season I was understandably exhausted.  I remember throwing my hands in the air sometime around noon and telling my boss I was preemptively taking the following day off.  I needed a break for my mental health.

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One Glorious Month

Somehow an entire month has passed since I started (well, re-started) this project.  It was a little terrifying to commit to finishing it publicly but I haven’t regretted it.  Now as I’m working away at revamping Chapter Six I want to take a little time to reflect on how this month has gone and where I stand moving forward.

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