You feel it, don’t you? The season already seems fleeting and there are still not enough hours in the day, but the heat makes you move slow. The girls are in camp and we’re back to rushed mornings, but this time the day starts even earlier and there is more stuff to pack – sunscreen, towels, bathing suits. I shake my head, resigned to the fact that despite my calculated attempts at a lighter schedule, the days are still full from unexpected client deadlines that pop up because “lighter” means working on 1 or 2 small work projects and not trying to juggle 4. So the mile-long list of tasks that I wanted to do for myself and the business is still left untouched because there is still never any time. But you allow yourself to slack off without any excuses or guilt that you haven’t made a dent on that wish list because, well…it’s summer and everyone moves a little more slowly. I still can’t do it all; I can only do my best.
The summer felt so very long when I was a kid. It seems to fly by now.