Last Gasp August

Last day of August. Makes me feel like I missed out on all the summer I still want. 

Last day of August always reminds me I need to live more and worry less. 

Time is horrifically short when summer is upon us 

—and yet and yet. 

I don’t remember, I mess up and do whatever I think I’m supposed to instead of what I want. 

The pandemic isn’t helping, of course. It’s complicating every decision I make and making me double back on it. 

*scream*

Still, it’s still

The last day of August and it won’t pretend to be anything else. Offering me oceans of time slipping through my fingers. 

And a call to jump into that pool of time with a sign around my neck that says family can’t wait. Writing can’t wait. 

Last day of August says listen. 

Listen. 

Try.