Finding things to ease the stress of the most hectic month of the year -- restorative yoga by candlelight, wrapping up in the scarf he brought me from Portugal, drinking a glass of wine outside while he grills our dinner, etc, etc.
I work my longest days and give the most of myself in late summer and it's been this way for what feels like forever. It matters to me to learn the name of every new face -- working in residential education when I was a student gave me purpose and meaning. It meant something to me that people knew my name, knew how hard I was working to help others. I find myself now -- eleven years on -- planning those days, helping to prepare for the start of a new school year. Bouquets of sharpened pencils, autumn leaves, used text books, etc, etc.
I blink and August has happened, in its entirety.
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