Thought of the Night:
I'm essentially a compilation of three personalities: there's Superficial me, who just wants to shop and get manicures, there's Writer me, who's dorky, humble and concerned with the written word, and there's Serious me, who's professional and focused and productive. Sometimes Serious me mates with Superficial me, which is actually a nice mix.
August 15, 2015
August 10, 2015
Season Guilt
Tonight, I admitted to myself: Summer is not my season.
Most of my life, I have fought against this- every spring, determined to make the most of the warm season. I'm going to go to the beach, go to the lake, plant a magnificent garden and weed it consistently, hang out with people.........
Then around this time in the season I "remember" that I hate hot weather, I get lightheaded every time I stand up due to low blood pressure, I hate crowded beaches, I'm not comfortable swimming in bodies of water where I can't see the bottom, and I really don't want to hang out with people.
I wish Fall lasted forever. See, that is a season. Cooler temperatures, fantastic foliage, wider selection of clothing to wear......
Part of it is seasonal guilt that my mother instilled in me- "Get out there and enjoy the weather!" "Why are you inside? It's beautiful outside!" "We have such a short season, we're already losing daylight!"
Now, I'm not in love with winter. If it was a whole month shorter- say, just cut out the whole month of March- that would be a big improvement. However, I remember my childhood and sitting in my rocking chair in front of the fireplace, and those are some of my favorite ones.
This is also the time of the season when I'm split-half of me is terrified that the summer is drawing to a close, and the other half is getting excited about the oncoming fall.
K
Most of my life, I have fought against this- every spring, determined to make the most of the warm season. I'm going to go to the beach, go to the lake, plant a magnificent garden and weed it consistently, hang out with people.........
Then around this time in the season I "remember" that I hate hot weather, I get lightheaded every time I stand up due to low blood pressure, I hate crowded beaches, I'm not comfortable swimming in bodies of water where I can't see the bottom, and I really don't want to hang out with people.
I wish Fall lasted forever. See, that is a season. Cooler temperatures, fantastic foliage, wider selection of clothing to wear......
Part of it is seasonal guilt that my mother instilled in me- "Get out there and enjoy the weather!" "Why are you inside? It's beautiful outside!" "We have such a short season, we're already losing daylight!"
Now, I'm not in love with winter. If it was a whole month shorter- say, just cut out the whole month of March- that would be a big improvement. However, I remember my childhood and sitting in my rocking chair in front of the fireplace, and those are some of my favorite ones.
This is also the time of the season when I'm split-half of me is terrified that the summer is drawing to a close, and the other half is getting excited about the oncoming fall.
K
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