Memorial weekend always feels to me like the unofficial launch of all things SUMMER.
Friends, I am so excited.
Summer usually means business slows down a bit, which actually is okay with me. You see, when Jenna died it was around this time of year. Summer was about to begin and as much as I don’t love the heat, the heat of the summer that first summer without her was one of the most bittersweet memories I have.
Summer is like the sigh of relief after a rough couple of months every year. I feel it building after Christmas and building, and building. Until May 18th comes around and I can feel my chest split wide open.
And then, almost like magic, I can breathe again.
This is summer.
Maybe not officially, but I feel that revitalization in life again.
Inspired a bit, actually a LOT! I am working on a project with a handful of other artists and I just can’t wait to spill more about it. Sometimes I wish I could tap away at my keyboard and make money doing just this, because writing to me is like therapy.
Maybe one day. But until then I will squeeze moments throughout my day to keep at this. It helps me process life. And release whatever my heart is struggling to put into words on so many occasions.
But summer. Oh, summer. I cannot tell you how glad I am that you are almost here.
I can already taste the strawberry lemonade and the feel the damp humidity that lingers well into the evening. And while you bring a plethora of mosquitos and sunburns along with you, I welcome you. Because you are the constant, faithful reminder that life is here. Life is now.
And I am so, so ready.
I have a few things on my bucket list so far… do you have a bucket list for summer time?
Also, four days ago this young man lost his battle against cancer. His legacy is pretty amazing. “You don’t have to find out you’re dying to start living.”
ps… I wrote on the MOB Society yesterday on childhood memories and the magical outdoors!