I hate August. I think my hatred stems from 17 years of going back to school in August. Or it could be the intense heat. Or the lack of holidays. Or the absence of a clearly defined season: not really summer anymore, but not yet fall. Whatever it is, I hate it.
September is just fresh and clean. The rest of the year is fun and full of hope.
Last year around this time, I wrote this post. In it I mentioned how I had spent the entire previous year in stagnant anxiety. This year couldn't have been more opposite. This year I have experienced serious positive internal change. Hallelujah. Let's hope that continues.
I haven't put my fall decor out, and I'm not super excited about the holidays yet (I'm actually kind of nervous about Christmas), but I'm glad that August is over.