The memories that pop up on social media seem relentless this time of year.
I don’t mean that in the negative way that it sounds either, but I’m not sure I can really come up with more adequate words.
August is the month I flew to Portland and made my way to Washington State.
August is the month I made my final preparations for a full year of rehabilitation.
August is the month friends got married and others took their first vows, on the same weekend no less.
August is the month I first went Chicago for a week, not knowing that it would become a yearly event.
August is the month friends took their final vows.
August is the month I’m buried under numerous deadlines, and social engagements to juggle on top of that.
It’s so many memories crammed into on month that it’s hard to keep track of how long ago they each were.
Whether they were 10 weeks ago, 10 months ago, or 10 years ago…….
They all seem 10 minutes, 10 hours or just 10 days, away.
It’s getting harder and harder to remember when they all occurred, other than it was August; I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or not.
I’m sure at some point it will all even out, but that’s not the case, at least right now.
For now, I’ll let the memories run together, until others join them.