Labor Day, as always, marks the end of the summer, the beginning of school, and the advent to the ending of the year. Every year it comes quicker than the year before; every year, I think “how did we get here?” and then I think “but there is still so much time left!”
How did we get to August so quickly? Half the year is over… and so much more is coming
Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end
I’m standing on the cusp … of everything
Loneliness, the secret destroyer of movement forward.
Today, I needed… I needed something good to happen.
Where you live matters, but how you choose to love it matters most of all.