A gentle reminder to all those stressin’ over things you can’t change…
For the next eight weeks my life will be entirely consumed by work. If like to say that bothers me, but it might be my last and so I’m feeling pretty nostalgic.
I won’t miss having a social life, though I suspect my answer would be different if you asked me in three weeks. I’m going to miss days like today. Quiet Sundays, alone with my dog. I’ll miss cooking and cleaning and going to bed knowing that I am refreshed and in order. Until September, my home will be a mess of half eaten quick food and sweaty clothes. There will be more work to do than hours, spreadsheets all over the coffee table, and my dog will wonder who the strange woman is who feeds him every night.
For a long time, this is what my summers have looked like. But right now, it’s standing on the edge of a very tall cliff, and hoping you don’t drown once you jump.