It all comes down to these last 16 days of July. The fate of my life rests upon these last two weeks. And if I fail, it’s not like I can cry back home to mommy and daddy because guess what? I’m already there. I’m already at ground zero.
I have $10,000 in the bank but come tomorrow, I’ll have $5,000. Maybe less than $5,000.
I need to make $157 a day for the next 16 days in order for my business to survive without dipping into my personal line of credit. If I can make it to August without going into debt, I’ll be able to survive anything.
I had another bad dream when I woke up today. I was wrongfully accused of something and thrown in prison. It’s a variation of my humiliating high school dream in the way of people judging me and sentencing me away. Only this time around I actually had friends in prison and was popular.
But I wanted to get out of there. It was still a shitty dream and I woke up tired and miserable.
Maybe it’s telling me to enjoy the journey? Enjoy this prison that I put myself in?
After July, these dreams will disappear. I know it.