It’s only a coincidence that a project of mine is going live right here at the end of summer, what with Friday being the first day of fall. However, it feels like more than just happenstance. This project has been long, arduous, exhausting, and frustrating and this summer was too hot, too long, and too unhappy. I saw too much death, worked too many hours, and spent too much time in a funk. It’s also no coincidence that I didn’t post much and didn’t take many pictures.
So, with autumn arriving it’s time to turn a new page and start over. At the end of 2009 I looked back and noticed a lot of bad habits and attitudes had set in and decided it was time to do some personal housecleaning. It’s time to start doing it again.
So here’s to another Fall. Football is already under way and the heat has finally broken. I’m ready for some fun in the mountains with my girls under falling leaves. I’m ready to spend more time with friends. I’m ready to spend more time with my children. I’m ready to spend more time with my family. I’m ready for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and maybe, just maybe working a little more normal schedule.
The weather was very similar 10 years ago as it was today when I took the girls outside to play. Everyone has their “where were you?” stories when the plane hit the Twin Towers and mine is pretty dull. I was at work, hitting refresh over and over on news sites and getting server timeouts. Eventually everyone at our office filtered home because no one felt like working. Unlike so many others, it was a very quiet, subdued day for me. I’ve always marveled out how profound an event that I had no connection with (don’t live near New York City, don’t know anyone in New York City) affected me. I guess when something so evil happens on such a horrific scale, it triggers an unconscious revulsion and sorrow at the same time.
I haven’t really discussed September 11 with our girls much. I thought of that as they played outside today on this day that feel so eerily the same as 10 years ago. I really didn’t know how to bring up the topic. They asked about all of the American flags that are flying around our town and I told them we were showing how proud we were of people who work for our country. I know I can’t shield them forever from knowing about the scale of evil that man can do, nor do I want them to be naive but part of me wants them to stay blissfully ignorant for just a little longer. We live in a world still fueled by fear (just watch 24 hour news for one day) and I want to teach them to be wise without being afraid. I’m still working on that myself.