I’ve been feeling a little bit of the end-of-summer blahs lately.
I know it happens to me every year, and yet I always feel so unprepared and taken off guard when it comes around.
Maybe it’s the changing of the season. Maybe it’s just what happens when your life revolves around the academic calendar.
I really don’t know.
But it always makes me a little bit blah.
I suppose it doesn’t help that summer is MY season. It’s my favorite time of year. It’s when all of my adventures (usually) happen and most of my fondest memories stem from basking in the glow of the Southern California sun.
And then the fall rolls around and summer goes away and I’m left feeling a little bit sad. Kids go back to school. Our school year starts. Life gets busy again and I realize I ran out of time to do all of the amazing things I promised I was going to do over the summer.
I’m sure you’ve noticed it, too. My posts have dwindled in number and in content. My social media interactions have been practically non-existent. I really can’t explain it in any other way than…blah.
I’m not sad. In fact, I’m feeling quite optimistic about some irons I have in the fire. I have high hopes that there will be a major change in my circumstances within the next 6-8 weeks. *Possibly* even sooner, but I don’t want to get my hopes up too much.
I’m not depressed. I’ve been doing a LOT of regular introspection since making the decision to stop taking my anti-depressants. I don’t want to get myself into a situation where things spiral out of control before I even realize it’s happening, so I check in with myself daily and sometimes multiple times a day just to make sure I’m really, truly doing okay. And I am. Yay!
I just…I just don’t want summer to end, okay? I mean, yes, I’m ready for cooler weather. I’m ready to snuggle under blankets and watch endless football and pumpkin spice EVERYTHING!
But I just want these days to last a little longer. The lazy evenings when there’s no rush to get anything done. When it’s perfectly reasonable to make a 10pm ice cream run to the local Baskin Robbins. When Sunday afternoons can mean trips to Balboa Island to walk around the shops, and driving around looking at the exotic cars in Newport Beach, and taking Chris’s kids to the pool, and there’s no rush to get to bed for an early morning.
I love summer. I wish it could last a bit longer. It feels like it gets shorter every year.
But, like all good things, it must come to an end. The nice thing is, I can look forward to its return next year.
Oh, and kind of random…but this past Sunday was my EIGHTH blogiversary! Can you believe that? And, quite coincidentally, this is my 1500th post. That’s a lot of randomness, yo!