I had plans to finish a novel. I completed copy-edits on an older one instead.
I had plans to work on our garden. I recovered from surgery instead.
I had plans to go on a grand tour with my family. We buried a beloved brother instead.
Our family moves into September at full speed – it is perhaps our busiest month of the year. But it’s August now. And I’m taking a little slow time. Time to think. Time to remember. Time maybe to heal.
