May is my favorite month in the calendar year, which goes against all those ego-pointers, because my birth month is August. May is superior because it holds in it all the hope of a spring and summer about to unfurl in all their splendor. Even if summer turns out to be a somber dud, as some summers do, in May it still holds the possibility of being perfect. May is wonderful that way. Let’s take a moment to look back at a few May starters of the more recent past.
Last year it seems May 1 was a day for recapping the previous week, which means hints of April made their way into this post after all.
May 1, 2022 found this haunting post going up, which was much too serious and somber for this month.
May 1, 2021 found me kicking off Asian-Pacific Islander Heritage month in another rather serious post.
Well, discovering this third-somber-entry-in-a-row from 2020 seems to indicate I don’t know what I’m even saying regarding this month… though that may be the after-effects of COVID hitting.
The pre-COVID May 1st post from 2019 found me immersed in a bit of retail therapy, so happiness certainly was present then.
May was all about hope, and it still is. Enjoy this day, and this month.
