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I never really achieved a summer mindset this year
Work tasks always looming, even if left undone
Decluttering my house, not a favorite pastime
Too many decisions to be made to be enjoyable
There were a few hours, here and there
Where I lived in the present moment
Enjoying the company I kept
Swept up in the conversations
Morning meditations of mere minutes
When I focused on my breathing, the ticking of the clock
Present, until a rude thought interjected
Often a snarky reminder of some unfinished project
My Achilles' heel-- a propensity to procrastinate
Especially when overwhelmed, or feeling put out
As the marching on of time gets louder
Trampling over the anxiety, the resentment
Forcing me to complete some tasks, meet others' deadlines
But the discontent still lingers
With no one to blame but myself
Summer coming to an end, with little to show for it.
It was easy to plan summers when my children were little. They were filled with places to go--parks and playgrounds, the library, the neighborhood pools. We visited museums, monuments, and out-of-town family. I didn't schedule every waking minute, but planned enough activities to fill their summer weeks with arts and crafts, music, reading, and outdoor time. It was fun, and relaxing, making memories together.
As I'm writing this out, I realize...I need to do this for myself. Now if only I can remember to do so, in the busy-ness of the school year, and that mad end-of-year rush that leaves us breathless and discombobulated as we slide into our summer break. I'll print this out and stick it in the March section of my planner, so I don't feel the need to write a repeat of this post next July.