Nearing the end of month, its once again time to consider some things from the past month. These snippets – four somethings – are a small look at how I’ve spent this beginning of autumn. My morning walks, which I started in July, have long since been abandoned. Like it or not, the days are getting shorter. All the more reason to cherish the small moments.
I never got around to the August fun-times post, and while a part of me still hopes to, let’s be realistic. Perhaps I’ll find a casual way to throw in photos of me camping just outside the gates of a (decommissioned) prison after a stellar concert.
If not, I’ll learn to live, knowing I can still make memories even if the only people who know about them are me and Jay (and the random stranger friends I made along the way.)
I celebrated the deeper conversations #10thingstotellyou prompted, but we can’t always choose our talents.
My first bout of claustropbia came in my favorite city in the world. Many moons ago, before that part of the Statue of Liberty closed to tourists, and crowd safety issues were a thing.
My extracurriculars finally catching up to me, I slumped on the couch. “What’s this?” she asked, noting my energy level lower than normal.
How do you note the passage of time? Are the candles on your birthday cake enough to give you a sense of the present? Or is it your kiddo’s current grade in school? We do it a bit differently at Camp Fradd.
Jay and I have been celebrating monthiversaries since around the 3-month mark. Is that right? Or did we start before that? I remember clearly our half-yeariversary celebration. Each month he did something special for dinner and bought me a different kind of flower.
Nearing the end of month, its once again time to consider some things from the past month. These snippets – loved , said, learned, read – are a small look at how I’ve spent this summer. My morning walks, which I started only a few weeks ago, are already noticeably darker the same time each morning. Like it or not, the days are getting shorter. All the more reason to cherish the small moments.
This morning, for the first time, I felt truly like I’ve found my way in the writing project I joined earlier in the year.
Jay recently started a new strategy to work toward a healthy life, and I’m trying to draw inspiration from his progress. He gets embarrassed when I share, but I’m so proud of him – how he dropped a bad habit and replaced it with a healthy one all in the course of a week – I struggle to stay silent.