Sunday, August 1, 2010

The Wails of August

The Ugly Truth

It's a new month... welcome to August. Typically, August is my least favorite month of the year. Generally speaking, good things do not happen to me in August. The exception to that rule is August last year, when I found myself madly in love with Steve and moving in with him. Even so, August is usually a month I just... get through. It's usually hotter than I'd like (then again, anything above 70 degrees is excessive in my book). Unless there's a vacation planned, there's not a whole lot happening. I'm used to August though. I get through it and then it's September again, when weather begins to cool, days shorten, my Muses awaken from their long Midsummer Night's dream, and I "get back to normal."

If I were a year, I would begin in September and end in August. August, for me, carries with it a feeling of death and neglect, a thing old and withering like Summer vines. This has always been so. I remember, as a young child, I used to love knowing that August was nearly over. School would begin soon after. I could go back to devouring knowledge, rather than being forced into some continuous playground where I never felt I belonged. Of course, this thought pattern only furthered my certainty that I was... weird, a misfit. Regardless, September always felt like a beginning, rather than 3/4 of the way through something. It still does.

I'm way off track with where I thought I was going when I started this post. Oh well. That's me in August... scattered and grasping for one last sip of unsatisfying silty water... or something.

At any rate, since last August was an anomaly in my lifetime of Augusts, I've decided to give August another chance to redeem itself. Of course, I can't expect anything out of August that I'm not equally willing to do do myself. So, I'm taking this month to change up a few things, enact a few paradigms. You'll be hearing about them, no doubt.

After all, even if August is an ending... isn't every ending a new beginning?

august:  [aw-GUHST (adjective)] - inspiring reverence or admiration; of supreme dignity or grandeur; majestic.

We'll just see about that... hmmm?

1 comment:

  1. Barb, you sound as if you are considering an august beginning and embarking on a new adventure (I love word play). August has always been the end of summer and the beginning of school. I have always set the "year" as starting at my birthday 8/31. It is not so much an egocentric perspective as it is a school starting perspective. And since our school year starts in mid is still apropos.


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