I have always loved the first of every month; it’s like a mini new beginning. July has been wiped clean and the calendar page has flipped. I am starting this month off with a bang, too: today is the first day of my final internship for my master’s degree. This is also the last week of my last class, so… exciting news all around.
August is also my birthday month. I love birthdays. I can remember the birthdate of people I have not seen or talked to in thirty years. I don’t acknowledge their birthdays, because a pop-up birthday card from me after three decades would be weird. But the dates stick with me. Always have.
My oldest is starting her final year of college this month and my youngest, her first. Firsts and lasts are often so effortlessly woven together in this hourglass of life to produce those moments we refer to as ‘bittersweet.’
August 1st is here. Perhaps, for you, it will be a day made up of equal parts bitter and sweet. You can choose to gnaw on the bitter like a tough piece of steak, or you can wallow in the sweet like a pig in a mud puddle. I’ve experienced many firsts by now and am thankful that my sweetness still shines. My hope is to offer a splash of brightness to the new people and experiences I will encounter today.
Pig or steak, y’all? Oink or moo. You can’t have both.
A Little MS with a Little MSW 
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