Like a broken record, we all collectively wonder…where did the summer go? We’re technically at summer’s midpoint and there are still 5 weeks left before school starts, but psychologically, August feels like the beginning of the end. Why is that?
There’s been a very familiar rhythm to our lives for quite some time. Familiar routines and schedules, just different years. While in one sense it’s comforting and even desired when you’re raising kids, it’s also oddly suffocating. I know that sounds contradictory, but all I can say is that I’m ready for some sort of shake up in my life – and not the bad kind that has plagued our family recently, but the good kind…the exciting and scary kind. Universe, surprise me, please.
I’m a pretty big believer in creating your own opportunities, but I wouldn’t mind being blindsided right now by the unexpected. I wondered something recently too – that I may be using my family’s recent tragedies like a crutch for too long. Oh, I know what you might be thinking – there’s no timeline for healing and it’s tough to figure things out when life keeps throwing you curveballs. All of this is true, but if this has become some sort of new normal, then I really do need to figure out a way to keep propelling forward, rather than simply keeping afloat. Is this a rut? Maybe. But I waffle between wanting to simplify my life and running faster on the hamster wheel because I want so much more. Being competitive by nature is complicated.
But, August. While it arrived entirely too fast, the realization that summer is fleeting forces us to slow down and take the month in. And there is so much to take in – from that first bite into that perfectly ripe, sun-kissed peach to just feeling the heat and noticing the heavy buzz of cicadas, which is the one sound that transports me instantly back to summers as a kid.
And like every summer, we’ll head to the NW soon. A routine at this point, yes, but one that is always welcome. The girls and I have been going a week early ahead of Mark the last two years. I can do my various jobs pretty much anywhere, but the business roots Mark in the kitchen. But chefs need a break once in awhile too, and every year it’s a reset before we head into Fall and Winter – peak cookie season. See you on the other coast.