Oh. Hai.

So it’s September. Almost October, really. What does that mean?

It’s Ashley’s birthday, the first anniversary of my grandpa’s death.

The first day of Autumn was a week and change ago, and the weather flipped like a switch. Step outside, and you feel the cool breeze and the scent of leaves and fire. I hope I walk many miles before the snow hits.

It’s also three weeks into the semester. In fact, I am typing this as I wait for my class (Monsters and the Monstrous) starts. My class schedule also includes LGBTQ psych, psych of women, and plagues. Instead of a fifth class, I’m participating in an internship with Sexual Health Alliance, which I started over the summer and brings me one step closer to my career aspirations.

Combined with my freelance writing and work with America’s Black Holocaust Museum, which started as a volunteer opportunity/class requirement but became a paid position, I’ve certainly felt overwhelmed at times this month. But this week should be a bit less intense, so here I a taking a few moments to blog.

What’s up with you?