As our summer wound down, Jake said, “Mom, August is the Sunday of Summer.”
I wasn’t sure of what he meant, but he explained that rather than being able to enjoy August, the flurry of school supply shopping, haircuts, and general back to school angst generally put us into a funk, unable to savor a perfectly good month. Likewise, Sunday can be depressing because what a few hours before had been a weekend full of promise is now winding down all too quickly.
As a teacher, I could relate because I used to struggle mightily with both August and Sundays. Now that I have a “regular” job, I enjoy them both.
Here’s hoping you are able to live in the moment today, and that your Sunday doesn’t feel too much like “August.”
