A lot can happen in a year. I’ve been thinking about this a lot lately as every month feels like a new year. Some days my head is still stuck in March, other days I’m surprised it’s not Christmas yet.

Now it’s August, which has always been one of my favorite months. It’s when I would go back to school to see friends, start marching band practice or move back to Nacogdoches for another semester of college. It’s also my birthday month.

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