Tonight around 7.30, after 12 straight hours of summer fun, I hopped in the shower eager to retire with a book and some writing for the rest of the evening. The sense of timelessness that often comes with summer had enveloped me, and despite my strict schedule of early mornings and productive afternoons, I was starting to improvise.
I woke up this morning and was fortunate enough to have had the opportunity to spend every waking moment surrounded by the people that I love. I was able to walk along a river bank and skip rocks across a lake. I drove through the country side with the wind tugging at my hair and the radio playing just loud enough to disrupt the peace. I was able to chase my four-legged companion through an open farm field and see a baby deer just a few feet from where I stood.
As I dried my hair and slipped into pajamas it suddenly hit me: Wednesday. Blog Day.
No mind. I had intended to spend the evening reading and writing regardless. This was just another minor task I’d have to throw onto the list. As I shuffled around my room, I began thinking about what I could talk about this week.
True, I had a lot on my mind. Opinions about things in the media, ideas for The Smile Project, commentary I wanted to give… But I was stuck in a summer daze.
You know you’ve had a good day when you need a shower and a few more hours at the end.
That’s how I feel right now. It can’t have been an honest summer day without some outdoor exploration and a desire for more time. This blog post is going to be shorter than usual for that very reason.
I need to force myself to relax a little more…or at least long enough to fully believe that having no plan is okay and that simply enjoying life is more important than getting a blog posted by mid-morning.
Here’s to those quick thoughts and here’s to going back to the dream.