I am officially in mourning.
It's the last day of summer vacation and school begins on Monday.
Someone please tell me who the knucklehead is that decided on the theme of school beginning in summer?
What happened to starting after Labor Day?
By September, everyone in our house is good and ready for school.
August, not so much.
It's the summer mornings I will miss.
Quiet, slow and peaceful.
A second cup of coffee, pajamas til ten (or so).
Time to think and reflect.
I'll come around to school days. I always do. One doesn't really have a choice, do they?
But, this year, I would like to do it gracefully.
I would like to take more time to be listening to my heart.
To not feel like I'm being shot out of a cannon every morning.
I'll make little changes.
Set my alarm a little earlier...maybe get a new alarm that plays music instead of the harsh beeping sound. Man, I hate that sound.
Set my coffee the night before.
Before I even get OUT of bed, I'll lay there and give thanks instead of instantly going over the day's to-do list.
It might be like trying to bend an iron bar, but I'm gonna give it a try.
So, thank you, summer.
Thank you for the long days, the gentleness of how time flows during your days.
Thank you for the break from schedules, from busyness.
I'll see you next year.