I don't know where this month went. I feel like it was just yesterday that I was commenting on how just because it's September doesn't mean it's automatically fall. But now it's about to be October and it is fall. But it's okay because I like October. Or at least, I like that one day where everyone acknowledges how long I've been alive.

1. I wrote some different posts this month. Different, meaning I tried some new things. Like the one about September 11, and the one where I wrote a letter to my past self.

2. On the flip side, I received an email from my past self, which I sent using I wrote it exactly a year ago, around the time I finished reading Quitter, by Jon Acuff, in which he talks about this website where you can write a letter to your future self. It's interesting, I think, because most people only consider what they'd say to their past selves. But what would you say to who you will become?

3. I started using Spotify. I'm still not really a fan. But what else am I going to do?

4. Josh came to visit. This was probably the highlight of my September. By far.

5. I watched as The Civil Wars were presented with their gold album in the back lot behind Grimey's. It's things like that that are the reason I wanted to live here so badly.

6. Eric Close and Bette Midler came into the restaurant where I work. And a bunch of other people who don't have their own Wikipedia page.

7. Still don't know where that calendar is, but I'm considering the couple hours of Ultimate Frisbee as exercise this month. But that's about it.

8. I may or may not have read two books by the time September is over.