How is this possible? Are there really only three months left in the year? Didn’t fall just barely start? But no, it’s starting to get dark at 6:30 and mornings are starting to be chilly and I can feel the start of seasonal depression creeping in. It never gets old how fast life moves. This month, I visited my parents. I went to a (very tame) bachelorette party. I got my life together. I wrecked my life (thanks to a work deadline). I hosted a friend.
I also started to think about some passion projects I’d like to pick up again. I’d like to write more. I’d like to study more. I’d like to build more. I have some exciting things planned, and I’m hoping October turns out to be an exciting month.
