Summer is eight days away. The longest day of the year, the Summer Solstice, is June twenty-first and the official first day of Summer. However, our local schools let students out last week. So my teenagers now have a ten week break from high school. That’s fifty days, not counting the weekends. Fifty days of Summer. Long, hot, slow days to sleep in, or get up early and enjoy an entire cup of coffee in quiet and solitude. Maybe I will take the dog for a walk, read everyday, spend time at the sea shore. I want to eat ice cream, get a pedicure, spend time with friends. Perhaps I will buy a book of poems, enjoy a cocktail at sunset, grill some shrimp. I love summer, and not just because it’s my birthday season. But because there is time to catch up, explore, just be.
Fifty days is quite significant. It’s long enough to conjure up some real goals, and perhaps even accomplish a few of them. I am going to complete ten projects (that’s one per week) that I have started over the past few years, but never quite finished. Also, do some real and focused writing on a book idea that has been playing like a broken record in my mind for nearly twenty years. How many pages can I write in fifty days? And perhaps I will do some resting, relaxing, just being…I think I will schedule that in as well. Backward planning starts today and I kind of like that about myself.
“Summertime is always the best of what might be.”