I don't think that I've ever felt this sentiment quite as much as I have in the last few weeks and going into this whole month. The bright side is that this phrase applies to good things as well as bad, and all of mine are good, if challenging.
My August went from being wide-open to chock-full-of-all-the-things-and-how-can-I-do-them-all in the course of the last two weeks. I accepted the position of Managing Editor at one of the student journals on campus, and was subsequently invited to a retreat that the English Department sponsors annually [is this how people adult?]. The entirety of this experience is such an amazing and flattering opportunity, but I'm definitely low-key panicking on the inside. I was already going into the fall semester with work for three journals on my plate, and now one of those assignments has gotten a serious upgrade based on one semester's experience working with the Head Editor. There's going to be some serious re-prioritizing and time-management in my near future.
I agreed to house my brother's stuff for a few days while he's between apartments and taking a trip back home about half an hour before taking a call from my mom proposing that I join my brother on this trip home. It's been over two years since I was last in New York, and anyone who knows me knows that, given the means, I'm more than happy to make that flight at the drop of a hat, so my parents' incredibly generous offer didn't fall on deaf ears. The downside, unfortunately, is that Tim won't be coming with us, which made me realize that this is the first time we will be apart for more than 24 hours since we got married. Over 4.5 years ago. Yikes. New experiences all-around! The retreat is the weekend before we fly out, though, so that'll give me a small dry-run. So, surprise NY people! I'll be in your neck of the woods from the 19th through the 26th!
The August madness is compounded by adjustments in my work schedule to accommodate these trips, meetings related to the new student journal I'm on the board of, wading through the insane piles of information involved in finding a new GP, prepping for a potentially huge project in a few months, and gearing up for the new semester which will have started by the time I get back from NY. That doesn't even include the rest of my novel transcription work! All of my Saturdays have been claimed, and most of the weekdays are committed to meetings, events, travel, finishing summer class assignments, and prepping for each of those things. Adulthood is slowly destroying my quiet routine, but, while that can be stressful and scary, it's freaking exciting too!
To top it off, after a solid month of daily temperatures well over 90°, we are sitting at a blissful 87° today. I might cry.
On a completely unrelated note: I've started watching Gilmore Girls again in preparation for the Thanksgiving release of the revival season. When I say "started watching again" I mean "I stopped in the middle of S6 E19 over a year and a half ago and never went back to it." You Gilmore Girls people know why. Anyway, getting back into the series wasn't as hard as I'd feared it might be, though the painful parts I was anticipating are still painful. See: why did they have to do that to Marty?! I was holding out hope for him in the revival, but now that hope has been utterly and heavy-handedly crushed to dust! Rude.
