I am ready for August to move on to September. This has been a hard month for a lot of reasons, mainly for the grief that I associate with this month. And I am not being metaphorical either. I know for school-aged children, August is the end of summer freedom. This August has been mostly a month of freedom for me because I have not been teaching the August mod! But September 12 is coming up quickly, and I will be back in the classroom! For me, the grief is real and poignant.
Several things are changing at the end of August. Yesterday, we attended a family reunion. We really only see these people once a year. We celebrated a birthday on Saturday night with our sons, the fiancee, and parents. It was definitely good food and good conversation. I did have to tease my younger son about the “caterpillar” growing under his nose, though! And the “soul patch”? Uh, no thank you!
This morning, I begin again—I have a new photography class to explore, and will be starting a 30-day art journaling class tomorrow (or I may wait until September 1 and give it the “true” 30-day/one month treatment). I’m also restarting piano lessons with Wanda on Friday. All of these things are designed to help me move forward out of grief. After this year, I believe the “old people” had it right about setting aside a year for formal mourning. It takes awhile to get through the pain and move forward.
So, yes, I am ready for a new month and a new year—a year of growth, a year of renewed joy, a year of relearning who I am. And even though it is not the end of August (it’s the 29th), I am ready to take those steps.