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| photo credit: Doug Castanedo at Sunny.org |
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.
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