Only a few more days are left of summer vacation. College kid back to school for two weeks already. High school kid returns to school the day after Labor Day.
August is over, which means summer is over. Sort of.
I have a secret.
Well it isn’t going to be a secret any longer.
I used to love summer. The last ten years or so . . . not so much.
I still love the sun and the heat and that my kids are around more, but summer is not my favorite season any longer.
Instead of being about relaxation and spending time with friends and soaking up the sun, it’s become more of a chore. Drive people around. Make dinners that don’t get eaten because everybody makes other plans. Don’t make dinner and listen as family members complain because they are actually home for dinner. Forget to go outside during the days because so many household and work things to catch up on.
I have such fond memories of summer from my childhood. Playing tennis. Swimming. Going to concerts. Hanging out with my friends. Being incredibly stupid.
Now, summer is when my kids do that stuff.
That’s okay. But summer isn’t what it used to be. I AM an adult now. Why is it that it is so easy to forget that?
I need to stop expecting it to be as it was when I was 18, and find a way to enjoy it more now that I am over 30. And 40. and 50.
I'd love to hear what you think. Share in the comments section at the bottom of the page.
Please share my posts with your friends by clicking on the FB, Twitter, or email share buttons found below. And if you like what you've read, click on the Facebook like button.
You won't miss a post if you sign up to receive my musings by email (see the sidebar on this page).