I don’t know about you but being an adult in summer still requires some adjustment.
Dressing up when the weather says “dress down.” Shoes on when my heart screams “barefoot.”
Going inside to bed … when I want to stay up and watch fireflies dance.
In summer, I’ll start a new book and if an author bores me, feel no shame in reaching for another.
In summer I’m restless.
But not for a desire to do rather for the desire not to do.
In summer the job I enjoy feels laborious: phone calls, project calls, calls, calls and reminder calls.
Summer vacation affords an opportunity to shut that out and instead pad quietly through the house, sipping coffee, feeling the fan on my skin and the heat at the nape of my neck.
Summer days find me up early, drinking coffee and tea for hours, making bacon & eggs for lunch, and leftovers and fruit for dinner. Even better if eaten outside.
Summer brings a longing for the summers of my childhood.
Of screen doors and homemade pie, beach hair and strappy sandals; wienie roasts and kick-the-can, late night swims, ice-cream or watermelon eaten on Grandma’s steps.
Summer is the season when adulting has a very good chance of going sideways.
I’ve not tried this but it’s tempting … Happy Summer!
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