The Rhythm of August.


 Fezzie, our 15 year old kitty, enjoying some world order and peace in our quiet little corner of the world.

Fezzie, our 15 year old kitty, enjoying some world order and peace in our quiet little corner of the world.

I hate to admit this, but I actually love the end of August. To me, it feels like a time of quiet rebirth for my weary and weathered soul...a time you can set new goals and resolutions that you don't have to share with anyone. January comes along predictably with it's loud and boisterous claims to resolve my world and bring order to every corner of it.  But August is different. August promises to resolve problems with subdued style, like she is keeping my little secret plan tucked away in her quiet corners. It's my favorite month to dig in my heels and start something fresh while I pull back on the reigns I dropped when I heard someone claim it was Summertime.

Maybe it's because August is my birth month (yayyy birthdays!) and I feel the need to check in with myself and my ever-growing, evolving Bucket List. Or maybe it's the natural rhythm of life starting over again with school and schedules and order after floating around aimlessly through summer. But whatever brings it on, I know I truly enjoy these rediscovered moments of list checking and goal setting. I enjoy being wrapped up once again in Possibility.

So this year, instead of mourning the school year that brings it's 6:00 AM alarms and piles of homework and carpool lines, I will embrace it and appreciate that I again know what is expected of me. I will once again fall in love with those quiet mornings of making tea, folding laundry and setting out on the path of check boxes and goals set bravely in the morning light.