This morning, I slept in until six because I could. I meandered around the house before I got my Spark and loved on the puppies because they hadn’t seen me in seven hours and they demanded it. Now, I’m sitting at my desk typing this message and relishing in the fact that it is my first official day of summer.
The beginning of summer is always a big deal to me. It sets the stage for what the rest of the summer will look like. The first day matters because what I do on the first day will carry over into the next and the next. Last summer was the best summer I’ve ever had in the history of ever. We finished remodeling our kitchen, I redecorated my office, I gardened, and most importantly, I wrote an entire novel from beginning to end. It was a big summer.
Even though today is Sunday, it still counts, and I’m setting myself up for success. This summer is all about me chasing my passions.
That’s my goal this summer, to find the things that make my soul happy, even though if it involves painting it will probably be just me finishing the trim on the house and the brick. I want my soul to be happy. I want to wake up every day feeling invigorated and ready to conquer. I want to feel strong and connected to my world.
I’m going to write another novel this summer. I’ve spent the last several months of school planning and free-writing and thinking and I feel like Bryony and Linnea are ready to tell their story now. It will be hard, but by the middle of August I will have a completed draft.
I’m going to keep up with the garden. I’m going to make sure that the weeds don’t take over, that the veggies get harvested in a timely manner, and I’m going to make sure that my veggies get used by us. I get this weird feeling, like I’m putting words out into the universe and the universe is giving back to me through the earth. It sounds hokey when I say it out loud, but there is something I can’t explain about eating my own veggies.
This summer will be a summer of soul-searching. I want to know where I’m going and what I’m doing and I don’t want to wake up one day and realize that life passed me by, that I was too busy working and not busy enough living. I don’t know what any of this will look like for me, but I know it will be something. Maybe I’ll add meditation of some sort to my schedule, though I’ve always felt that when I was gardening I was meditating.
This summer is all about me finding what I really love. A story of a girl chasing a dream. The posts this summer will be about that. The best thing? I dream big, and there are a lot of dreams I’m chasing.
Happy summer, friends.