So, I guess I took a hiatus.
It wasn't planned, it just happened. In many ways, August was really awesome and it totally sucked at the same time.
I had three weeks of "stay-cation" in August. I spent time with people I love. I laughed, a lot. I cried a shit load (mostly for a couple of days in mid-August). I enjoyed good music. I floated in a big ass swimming pool on multiple occasions. Had a couple of small solo road trips (the adjustment of being the pilot after so many years of being the navigator is easier than I thought it might be).
I realized that going forward, the actual day Mark died is not the one that is going to gut me but the day before he died. That last day we had together. I relived every second of that day in my mind again this year. It felt like it was all happening to me again. I hated that. A few days later I was okay but boy, at the time, it was hard to see the forest for the fucking trees.
A couple of days earlier, I'd spent a deliciously cool (temperature and otherwise) and soggy day with some of my cousins in Smiths Falls. We attended the "Front Lawn Shindig" that had been hosted by the wonderful folks at Tweed. We sat in our lawn chairs, huddled under umbrellas while a desperately needed rain fell on us. Soaked to the skin but smiling, we listened to music and laughed and just enjoyed being together. It was a fantastic day. I got to see all of my "Forbes" aunts and uncles and a good number of cousins and my brother was even there for a bit. Family. Mine is the best. They are the shit I tell you. Love love love them! Oh, and the Joel Plaskett Emergency were awesome too (thanks to my sweet cousin Kelly for the fab photo of us).
And now it's September. Frosh week is folded up and put away for another year. Students are in class (and in the stores and bars and coffee shops). We've seen the long awaited return of cool nights and sunny warm days. I love this time of the year. I'm having fun and I can go for several days now without having a little cry. Progress is a beautiful thing.
January is officially the new year but I feel like my new year begins in September. So far it's off to a great start. Chaos may swirl around me but I don't get pulled into it anymore. I'm not sweating the small stuff. I'm fresh out of fucks to give about things that really, at the end of the day, don't matter. As Joel Plaskett says, everything'll work out fine.