The hardest part about getting older -- for me, at least -- is continuing to be honest with myself. Honest about mistakes I've made, and whether or not I inadvertently or knowingly made them again. It's easy to say, no, this one was an entirely different mistake, for x, y, and z reasons. But maybe it is just the same mistake, over and over again, packaged differently.The weather around here is finally starting to fall in step with that which we all already know, that summer is over. I'll remember this past summer more vividly, acutely, than ones before and after it. Imperceptible changes. Obvious transitions. Learning a hell of a lot in a short period of time. It was this month where somebody said, everything is replaceable. This idea has had a lot more mileage than I could have imagined at the time the words were uttered.
But this summer was also when I went to the Hollywood Bowl 3 times. It was Saint-Saens and Mr. Pavarotti and the Killers and Keane and learning to play poker and lesser theatrical revues and beach volleyball and downtown daytime and picnicking and moviegoing and Abbot Kinney and barbecuing and bus riding and long walks and morning jogs and Pilates classes and French speaking and legal writing and brunching and library lunching. Forget what I said before (if I said it to you). This summer was a good many things that will still thrive in me, even if it is with a bit of practiced happiness.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:33 PM
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