Saturday, May 17, 2014

keeping up with myself

photo credit: Doug Castanedo at

It’s a busy time of year. I say this just about every time of year and yet it always feels true, especially true, maybe truer than the last. What does that even mean? I have not a single complaint, but I am happily buoyant in a storm of to-dos I enjoy—and time just goes too darn fast.

It seems like it was just a few days ago I was lamenting how long winter dragged on and how it seemed spring would never get here. Now I feel like summer is going to pop in and out so fast, I’ll barely know it existed. My calendar runneth over.

It’s about to be summer. I am already anxious of how fast it will go—which is a great reminder to myself that I need to stop and smell the sunshine some time. Whether I am home or on the road, I want to pay more attention to the sun, the heat, and even the humidity. Goodness knows, it doesn’t last long. I swear I’m meant to live in the heat of the south. 


No comments :

Post a Comment