Tired in a good way is how August is leaving. Still squishing in a bunch of things before big September arrives. Dividing and conquering the last bits of summer in five different directions. It wasn’t perfect balance, but the best I could do. Progress not perfection is the new motto. I am not ready for pumpkin spice, I don’t really like it anyways. I do love the next season, so no hard feelings, summer isn’t over yet. Someone needs to tell the stores that!
My mind keeps racing ahead, and I keep pumping the brakes. Live in the moment! September is my new year, goal setting, planning etc. Who wants to plan in January? Brrrrr! January, I go to sleep for three months! I hate the thought of putting on socks and shoes again. I really don’t want to pack up summer and take out fall yet. For that reason, I will be mostly unprepared. This year, I am okay with that.
It has been a little over a year that I removed news from my radar. I know about things, because people talk about them. It isn’t my language anymore, family, friends and community, that is a good enough circle for me. It was a very important shift for me, here and now, forget the rest. Filling up on good things! Worry does nothing for no one! Every new day is one to enjoy!
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