The odd uneven time of August

Rest and relishing the good stuff: 6 moments right now, plus the only place I want to be in fall.

“Less than a month ago, all of August still stretched before us—long and golden and reassuring, like an endless period of delicious sleep.” ―Lauren Oliver

As it happened, a block of concentrated work, an hour-long meeting that ended on an especially productive note, and a late lunch break in the sun today did the trick in helping get me out of a funk that sent me straight to bed around 7:30 last night. I also give credit to my favorite kind of summer breeze—a gentle wind that whispers through the leaves enough to reveal their silver undersides and cools off a sunny, 80+-degree day—that showed up at the right time this afternoon to give me even more perspective.

Sleep—a lot of sleep, like nearly 12 hours—helped, too.

Everything is going to be OK.

As anyone who knows me well would tell you, I’m far from an early-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of person, as much as I’ve tried to convince my mind and body otherwise over the years. Which is why last night’s beeline for my pillow and covers is significant. The more I’m thinking about it, how uncharacteristic it was of me and how easily I fell into a deep sleep for the entire night, I realize that what I shared with Joe this morning is, as Glennon would say, the truthiest truth: I am tired. My mind is tired.

It all makes sense when I flip through the big and small moments of the past few months: quitting one job (a job that for many reasons was so good) and starting a new one (an opportunity that for many more reasons is so good); navigating this ongoing interesting time of parenting adult and nearly-adult kids (not to mention how this impacts a marriage of nearly 24 years); supporting Joe as he builds his new business; and experiencing all the other mundane, challenging, wonderful things of life that we all have on our plates in one form or another.