I am not a fan of summer. I know that sounds wrong, but I’m not. I have no problem with long lazy days. I do have a problem with heat. Particularly August heat, but this post is not another whine about something.
As I was working on my publishing to-do list this week, I fell to pondering (and almost fell asleep) about the mental and possibly actual shifts that occur when the seasons change.
Some are obvious. Winter requires a wardrobe change. Fall and spring are transition seasons, or we hope they will be. (We had an AWESOME spring this year. I wanted to hug it.) And then there is summer.
When I was a kid, summer, well, the only thing I looked forward to with more longing was Christmas. I loved summer when I was kid. I loved shedding school, shoes, long pants, and worries. Summer was for swimming and playing and reading the books I wanted to read, not the books I had to read.
And then I grew up.
What surprises me is that in some ways, I still expect summer to be different. Not just in temperature, but also in its pace.
It’s about changing something. I’m not one for big wardrobe buys, but I’ve been known to make eye contact with a tee shirt or a comfortable pair of capris. Maybe even take them home.
It’s about lightening up. Letting go. Recharging the batteries. Time for family and friends.
That beach read, even if I don’t go to the beach.
What does summer mean to you? Do you feel the urge to change even if your life is no longer divided into school semesters?
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Breaking out “her” shiny new cover for summer!
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