Welcome to the ‘ber months! Before you light your pumpkin patch candle and start hoarding gourds, a moment for another summer come and gone (nearly). We do still have three(ish) weeks left.
Whether you barely survived or sailed right on through, I hope it was everything you wanted it to be.
Despite being someone who firmly falls into the “survived” category (temperatures above 75°F should not exist), summer always has this hazy, nostalgic glow to it that I appreciate. It’s a beautiful blur of sunshine, sunscreen, sunsets, smiles, theater, music, friends, festivals, protests, and narrowly avoiding busting your face open at 2 a.m. while standing on a too-short step stool, a yoga block, and a prayer, trying to change the smoke detector battery. Okay, a few of those may just be me, but why does the battery never die at like 2 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon?
Smoke detector batteries aside, summer has its sweet (and sweaty) moments. I mean, it has August, which always seems to sneak in just a few days that make me want summer to stick around for a little longer.
Be Kind. Be Brave. Stay Awkward…and always make sure your step stool is tall enough for you to reach the smoke detector.
Onward & Awkward 