The last week of August feels more like the first week of July.

There’s no precursor-to-fall feeling as there isn’t a hint of autumn to be had (other than some of the burnt up leaves on trees falling to the ground).

Yes sir, it feels as if we won’t have a fall at all and it’ll be summer until it becomes winter.

One thing’s for sure, though. While we can’t control the weather, we can control our thoughts surrounding the days as we approach what has traditionally become known as the last weekend of summer.

Even though it’s actually not.

Labor Day weekend is somewhat like New Year’s Eve.

Many of us become introspective.

We think about how fast this year has gone so far and we want to round third base that is Labor Day and head for home that is the holidays. We want to finish the year up strong–whatever that means for each of us.

For some it’s thinking about what we need to do on the job in order to meet whatever goals we might have set at the beginning of the year.

Maybe we think of what adjustments or pushes we need to make to get there.

On the home front, we try to get things in place as we (hopefully) transition from summer to fall.

It isn’t easy getting the most out of each day.

Getting the most we can out of the day means different things for different people, too.

For me, the mindset that once July 4th comes and goes, the rest of the year goes by in the blink of an eye is one I live with like an annual rite of passage.

On Labor Day I want to put on the brakes and just be for a while. I may not get the opportunity but I’m hopefully going in to the weekend with a clean slate.

It was a struggle to reach four blog posts this month. That’s my minimum goal for monthly output here.

And with any luck, this will be auto blasting out to the world on Friday the 31st of August. Notice how I didn’t write Friday, August 31st. Sometimes even the seemingly innocuous insertion of the word “of” can have an effect on whatever it is I write. Sometimes it does not at all, however.

That’s the beauty of doing things and living life without a script.

As one who’s been accused of being a drifter, I can relate to not living with a script.

When you live life without a script you trust that things will work out. You believe that no matter what, you will get by and everything will be alright.

Some have that confused with confidence. Perhaps they’re correct to say my self-confidence sees me through.

But I would argue I have developed self-confidence over a lifetime and at times have had my doubts about various things–some of which you’ve been able to enjoy by reading about them here.

I do always come back to believing the tenet of things working out more or less the way they are intended to. To do otherwise, is to attract never-ending madness for how can one reason about life’s outcomes or fate itself?

I lose myself in sports. The end of summer marks the beginning of the best time for viewing sports all year. During the autumn season we have the harmonic convergence of major sports all having real games that count being played on any given night.

We could be watching the Yankees chase down the Red Sox in the American League East, winning the division and avoiding entering the playoffs as a wild card. Then, the playoffs begin in earnest come October only to coincide with the start of the basketball and hockey seasons.

And I haven’t even mentioned that Football starts right after Labor Day, did I.

How ’bout that. More like barreling around third and streaking for home if you ask me.