Well…would you look at that? It’s already August somehow. My good intentions at the start of summer meandered and eventually lost their way completely in the void of July and I am now faced with beginning another school year in less than 48 hours. Admittedly, a small, unpopular part of me longs for the structure that keeping a regular schedule brings. It’s much easier to instill self-discipline when you have a solid framework to hang plans on. Much of my life gets upended in the summer months, as lovely and lazy as they may be. I just get a little lax about everything, but really, what’s the harm in that?
And so, while I am not exactly dreading plunging back into the real world very soon, my awareness of the last few moments of summer break have awakened a certain nostalgia for what I’ll be leaving behind for the next nine months. The funny thing is how random and surprising my list turns out to be. I love going to the grocery store on weekday mornings, having the time to bake leisurely, being able to pop in at my mom’s place of business with a coffee, attending yoga classes at all times of day, watching movies in near-empty theaters on Wednesday afternoons, letting the ginger cat loose in the grass while I water the flowers, and spending Thursdays on the lake with my dad. I’ve been able to go to three yarn stores in one day this summer, which is just as ridiculous a delight as there is, and I’ve spent whole days camped out on the couch with movies and knitting projects. I’ve dawdled to my heart’s content, which is a miracle considering how efficient I pride myself on being. I’ve ventured to Albuquerque and Estes Park, and headed to Fort Collins on a whim on more than several occasions.
The school year just doesn’t allow for that kind of freedom…of course, most jobs don’t, so I shouldn’t complain and I’m not. Really. I don’t view my reluctance to give up these things as a gesture of dislike for my job. Rather I think of it as gratitude for the opportunities I’ve had this summer. It hasn’t been an extravagant break by most measures of the word, but it has been an immensely wonderful one. So, here’s to the remaining hours of summer laziness and the start of a new school year.
P.S. Look closely at the first of the “Runner Up” pictures for today. A mountain goat is at the bottom right. Generally, I try to avoid honking my own horn, but I just gotta in this instance because I was literally 20 feet from this fellow and quaking in my boots. Obviously he wasn’t too concerned about my presence, but I felt sure he was going to charge me at any second. I think I may have even had one leg in the car the whole time so that I could jump back into my seat at a moment’s notice if need be. But seriously…he looks downright ferocious, right?