09/01/2026
August did what August does.
It was icky. It was sticky. It made for good laughs and good stories during midnight taco and pizza runs, and good conversations over a bottle of red with friends.
I always take a deep breath when August rolls around. Like my father, I carry a strange memory of this month. August memories bring August grief. But this one wasn’t so bad. It was surprising that’s for sure.
I realized I needed a break. I decluttered my space, and somehow, clearing out all the little things helped clear my mind, too. I put a few old stories to bed and made room for new ones.
There were birthdays, books, little things I made, long walks, good friends. Cousins. Always the cousins 😘
And somewhere in the middle of all of it, I realized I was okay.
Actually, I am exactly I need to be.
Can you believe I’m actually looking forward to the fall? A first!
Happy September! 🍁