Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Hello there, friend,

Today is the last day of September. Outside the rain is falling slowly, and the temperature has taken a nosedive. I suddenly feel the urgency of fall -- it's here, finally. And tomorrow will usher in October, my favorite month.

Like the adage that the days are long but the years are short, the days of September were long, but the month was short. Every day seemed filled to brim, but I can't decide if that's a good thing. I've barely been able to take a breath and I wonder if my choices reflect my values or if I've somehow gotten off course. I don't know; I can't seem to find the pause button.

But somewhere in the back of my head, buzzing around and begging for my attention, I can hear the words of Emerson:
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
And so each day begins, including this one, which has already spun off the rails. And yet here I am, writing to you -- a touchstone that helps hold it all together.