With the school year starting, and the days getting shorter, there is a feeling of getting back to the routine. Enough with the vacation out-of-the-office summertime mood, people around me are getting serious. What did I forget to remember?

I hadn’t forgotten everything. I kept some of my stuff going. As my long-time readers know, I have a habit of consistency. I’ll keep things rolling because I’m stubborn like that. I’ve been letting a few things get away from me, but then again I’m still plugging away at most of my internal commitments.

With the fall I’m thinking of getting busy. Like the axis of the earth I’m shifting to a new but traditional season, the long experience of starting school. Get up early, slip on the new shoes and the jacket and start it up.

I remember that person. I was that person. What person am I now?

I am thinking of sci fi episodes that feature crossing timelines. Did the “real” crew members accidentally encounter the “evil” version of themselves? The clue is usually a goatee.

Maybe the “real” me is that eager kid starting the fall with ambition and goals and I have become the evil me. Or maybe just the disappointing me. What are these shoes I’m filling now? And did I really mean to collect all these houseplants?

It seems exciting at the time. I snipped the starts and grew them for years, tending and watering so they would get bigger. Most of them have bigger pots than they started in.

And I am watering them. They are tough plants that can endure a lot. They are even bigger than the second pot and are falling over.

Which leads me back to the intersected timelines. Do I want to stay in the universe that is committed to these plants? I am not sure I want to stay in this time line.

Not sure how to jigger the space-time continuum, but I am looking around with new eyes to see what doesn’t belong here. I do know how to move those habits and objects out of my life. That’s a start.