a mind etched in perpetual september

Almost a week More than a week into October, and here I am, thinking it's still the previous month1. My guess for this attachment is that a part of me is still shaking my metaphorical fist at my past self for not getting the job, despite getting all the way to the training phase. This meant two things simultaneously: I have more time (and energy) to work on a freelance project that I like, and I have more time (but less money) to go on another job hunt again Blaming is never really the best course of action, least of all when it's directed at the self. So I'm trying not to do that by letting it go. It is what it is. The local job market sucks, the remote roles I'd like to try are only available in graveyard shifts, and I've yet to receive an update from the ones I already applied to. my friend D shared this with me on the day i job hunted too much to the point of crying However, there is another reason for my unhealthy attachment to September. Approximately 5 years ago, past me was…