I love summer.
Duh. Everyone loves summer. The problem is summer is ending. For me there are 5 official days left. I do not want to spend those days thinking “Gah! I wish I had been able to go to Singapore this year! (Seriously-read Crazy Rich Asians. We all need to go to Singapore immediately).
I want to spend these days reflecting on all the great stuff I did this summer and being grateful that I have what most American adults consider to be an absurd amount of time to travel, relax and generally do whatever I want during each year.
For example…
Today I took 3 hours worth of Spanish classes. I learned how to say “cooking pot” and talk about the five greatest fears of humankind in spanish. (We decided they were: nuclear war, the ocean, pain, death and spiders) I watched the sunset. Then, I ate dessert twice. I bought 3 bottles of wine (but one is really small, so 2.5 bottles of wine). Now, I am going to settle in for an evening of reading “Wait…But Why?” articles about Elon Musk and the general future of the human race (hint: we’re going to Mars).
This is way better than freaking out about all the stuff I didn’t get to do this summer. I think I am “living in the moment”.
Zen is fabulous.
