It's ironic. I'm thankful there are 5 weeks in August yet I can't wait for September to be here and gone. Before we get to the finishing line, we always have to go through the race. A tough one it seems most of the time. It's never easy. 6 years in the company and one morning in August, I had that dreadful feeling as soon as I stepped into the office building. That evening, I almost broke down and wanted to call it quits. I spoke to fat and had his support. I spoke to the boss and had some great advices. And I went to bed feeling much better that night. I concluded it's probably the hormones but the thought of leaving lingers... Let's see how it goes. I need to stay focused now, clear this campaign and look forward to the upcoming trips! Last week of August and September awaits - the final dash. I can do it.