Day is Done

I put off trying to think of something to post, because I was going to finish the part of the crochet project I'm working on and then post about that....and that didn't happen. So I looked back over all my previous blogs and my Facebook history to see if there is anything noteworthy to re-share here. And there's nothing.

I don't have a lot of online activity in September. Apparently I've had a lot of Septembers that were really hard and I didn't feel like sharing about it. I mean, most of the time there are things that I shared in one place or the other, but they just aren't the sort of things I want to memorialize here for whatever reason. But this month has barely anything posted at all. Which is a thing I do when I'm down and hiding from the world.

September 2018, a couple weeks after a flash flood

I've been trying to figure out what it is about September that is so hard every year. What weird anniversary am I celebrating without remembering why? The biggest trauma I can think of is that, when I was in 6th grade, we moved across the state. That was a hard time, but mostly September was a relief. September was going back to school and not spending all day every day trapped at home. So it seems like it should be the happy kind of anniversary. The evidence says no.

May 2019...I guess time does things

I don't know what to do with this kind of stuff. But maybe this is the first September of life not being quite as hard as the previous Septembers.