This summer has been somewhat atypical for me. I attribute a lot of my feelings to this interim stage and my efforts (and lack of success) in the job search. Still, for some reason the idea of a ‘perfect’ summer has been hanging around for a while.
First off, there’s no such thing as perfect, that I know. But you have to admit, there’s a lot of societal pressure to have THE BEST SUMMER EVER. Like killing it every.single.day (or weekend). Beach, pool, friends, drinks, sun, fun. Truthfully, I don’t ever remember feeling this “burden” because the summer months are our ‘hibernation season’ in Florida. Why the change? Maybe it’s because last summer was such an adventure? Maybe I just have FOMO from too much social media? Maybe I have cabin fever? Maybe it’s exhaustion from writing what feels like a million cover letters?
Regardless, as someone who tends to set high/idealized expectations in general, this calm summer of mine has been a lesson in appreciating simple moments.
Simple moments aren’t wasted time. In fact, I’d argue that they are more crucial than the highs and lows we often remember. The simple moments are what we experience every day, whether we realize it or not.
As a whole, July has been a long month…a rollercoaster with a few more lows than I would have liked. Yet individual days have been filled with lots of good. Small, maybe, but good. I can’t discredit them just because they aren’t big vacations, excitements or successes.
It’s kayaking on a Saturday morning.
Getting sucked into a good book.
Eating perfectly ripe strawberries.
Learning to grill.
Spiralizing all the summer vegetables.
Cooking a new-to-me dinner.
Playing Jeopardy as a family.
Laughing at late night jokes about politicians.
Receiving a sweet note from a friend.
It doesn’t have to be such a big deal. It just has to bring some happiness.
No matter what season we’re in, I feel the pressure to do more or do better. Do ALL the Christmas things. Do ALL the winter hibernation things. To live it like my last. I’m torn between loving that mindset and yearning to get away from the self-imposed expectations. No right or wrong, just how we individually choose to approach different literal and physical seasons in life. If anything, I want to take advantage of what each season/time/experience has to offer while remembering that there’s no one right way to live.
Very random thoughts for this Thinking Out Loud Thursday, but if you’re in a summer rut, I feel ya. Bloggers, if you are lacking in writing motivation, I’m right there too (not that that’s directly related to my summer feelings).
This too shall pass, but don’t let those simple moments get away. Soak those up.