Yesterday, the weather started to change. I walked outside in the morning and went back in to get a sweater. It felt like fall, and I smiled. Not just because it’s my favorite time of year, or because it means Halloween is right around the corner, or because Penelope is coming to visit in 7 weeks.
I smiled because this summer has been riddled with Nonsense, and September feels like the start of something better.
It’s been a rough summer by any standard. The people I love have lost jobs, lost parents, and lost friends. Three ended relationships. Two attended funerals under unimaginable circumstances. One drove ten hours each weekend to visit his mom in the hospital. At some point, our problems shifted from kid problems to real problems, and there’s no end in sight.
All of this means that there’s no time, no energy, and no heartache left for Nonsense. So let me say this:
When you invent a story about how my friend, the substance abuse counselor, is using drugs – that is Nonsense.
When you spread a false rumor that This Boy is cheating on That Boy – that is Nonsense.
When you cycle through your friends at your convenience and intentionally hurt Travis’s feelings – that is Nonsense.
When you throw a tantrum and storm out for no reason – that is Nonsense.
When you break up with Brad and then kiss the new person that he’s dating – that is Nonsense.
All of it. Nonsense. And I know we can all do a little better.
Welcome, September.
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