Just out of curiosity…what the hell happened to August?
Normally, I track a month by how many accomplishments I was able to pull off within its temporal confines. Not just within the realm of writing, but with pretty much whatever it is I’m doing during that period of my life.
So, earlier today, when I realized that none of my most recent goals were met and only a small handful of my minor tasks were completed, the logical art of my mind told me, “No biggie, it’s still early in the month. I’ve got plenty of time.”
But the calendar told me otherwise.
August is almost over? And I only accomplished a small fraction over squat?
How I managed to blow through the entire month with only fragments to show for is for me to interpret in a more private setting.
Which I have already done.
Maybe these tales and woes will make a great story or two someday.
But, during this time of reflection, I thought I saw August in my rear view mirror, shrugging its shoulders and holding its hands out, calling to me, “What happened to you?”
Being that our lives don’t have a reverse gear, I’m instead turning my sights back to the road in front of me, while keeping one eye out for all the opportunities and roadside attractions that September has to offer.