by snackface on September 4, 2012 · 24 comments

It’s time. Time to start blogging regularly again. Time to be a little bolder, brighter, smarter. Time to reconnect with my blogging peeps. I have had a crazy, life-changing summer, and I couldn’t be happier. Finally, I’m ready to write about it. “It” being life now.

I’ve been doing a lot of this:

Sunday funday? Every day funday.

And not enough of this:

Pumping iron, eating right.

I have been consistent in self-photography, though. Some things never change.

August was a month of enormous change and endless celebration. Dare I even say it was my favorite month ever. I have no idea what September has in store for me, but I would like to start doing more #me things. Things like working out regularly, eating better (FINALLY getting a fridge on Wednesday), reading more, writing more and blogging consistently.

The Scorpio in me needs time to sit, think and reflect, and I haven’t given myself that time until this weekend. Today, I had a long Skype chat with the whole family. The first thing my grandmother said was, “Looks like you’re not putting on weight! That’s good!” Hysterical. Seeing the faces of my family absolutely made my week. Shortly after the Skype convo, I received a text from my best friend Muffin saying that she is coming to visit in October. After floating for a month, I needed that family time and soon-to-be BFF time to ground me.

My hope for September is that I feel bolder, brighter, smarter by the end of it. Thanks to 17 years of schooling, September has always felt like the start of a new year. It probably always will for me. Summer 2012, you’ve been good to me. Fall 2012, let’s do this.

To kick off September, I’m reading and re-reading my favorite poem. I first read it in 2009; what it meant to me then versus how I interpret it now has evolved immensely. L.O.V.E. it.

The time will come
when, with elation
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

— “Love After Love” by Derek Walcott


I would love to know what your goals for September or hopes for the new school year (yes, I still miss college, OK?) are!

Ciao for now,