Just like that. The classic "What I Did During Summer Vacation." That essay was a staple when I was in grade school, a ritual exercised by nearly every teacher after every single summer to serve as transition into the school year.
What I did this summer is a very long and oddly disjointed list that includes:
learned to make good iced coffee
hosted several birthday parties
questioned my core beliefs
took about 1000 photos
lost 20 pounds
read a dozen books
...and so on.
Ok. possibly only sublime to myself, because of what my mind attaches to each.
It's way too long a list for any given summer, but I know there could be worse things on it.
I'm not the same person I was in March. Then, who is?
I think it's time for me to start watching the news again. To care whether my shirt is inside out.
What I'd like now is some perspective. I'd like to know what you did this summer. Are you more like you are now than you were in March? What do you know now that you didn't know then? Imagine traveling directly from, say, March 10 to today, with no memory of the time between.
yes. let's not do that again.
Time for sleep. Never a straight line, stumbling towards the light, knees bloody, hair on fire. It's coming out in the work. It might be coming out in the work for a long time. But first. Sleep and healing. And more sleep. Because tomorrow is another early morning. School is in session. Summer is over.