I don't really have anything to write today. Well, I suppose I have a lot to write but only about things of the complaining variety. Some days are just like this. Some weeks, months or seasons are like this. For me, what puts me past my edge very easily is being overly scheduled/committed. And I fully recognize that I don't fall into any resemblance of "normal" as far as my tolerance levels for such busy times. Well, with all the daydreaming and tulip tip-toeing I have to save room for. It's just who I am.
It's been a very duty-filled summer. New jobs and tighter budgets, both keeping us closer to home than we are used to. Not that we are world travelers (Adam is not a fan of airplanes, still waiting for jet-packs to be standard issue for all passengers), but we always find our way to the mountains several times each summer. Not this year, so far anyway. I'm just feeling very aware of that, with summer coming to a close, as I've felt fall in the air the last few days, forgive me for rambling, these are just the things I'm noticing.
Going to the beach around here has been great, and I will miss it should I ever be lucky enough to return to Vermont to live. The Green Mountains have been home in my mind for 15 years, since Adam first started taking me to where he grew up. I breathe differently there. We do get little hikes in around here, but it is different, usually being more of a trash pick-up community service experience than communing with nature. I suppose both are necessary.
While this summer feels like it has slipped away with much more doing than being (especially this last month), my girl reminds me to celebrate the free moments left of the season. A rope swing in the backyard following dinner outside, that'll work
It's 6:30 in the morning as I write this, Adam has already left for work. He just sent me a text message; "I love you. You are working so hard, good things will come of it, hang in there." How did he know all that was on my mind in this moment? He always knows.