Summer.  It’s almost over.  I’m watching the days rush by me with a tinge of sorrow.

I’m not ready for fall, certainly not ready for winter.

This summer has been truly good and blessed.

This summer I have:

Learned to ride — and put 1200 miles on my very own motorcycle.

Ridden that motorcycle on a super slab and thru the twisties, with my best friends by my side.

Camped.

Kayaked.

Grown and killed a box of herbs — but managed to use a bunch before I forgot to water them!

Watched my only child turn 18.

Waded through drama and remembered why I work so hard at relaxation and calm.

Had my first anxiety attack.  I thought I was dying.

Gotten hooked on c. Booth bath and body products.  Walnut scrub.  Pomegranate wash. Yum.

Become more environmentally conscious and disappointed myself by occasionally buying bottled water anyhow.

Changed my hair — for now — back to brown.

Felt superior.

Felt inferior.

Gained weight.

Learned to live with it.

Aged.

Learned to be okay with that.

Gotten a tan despite incessant use of 100 spf sunscreen.

Sweated in a leather vest in 107 degree heat.

Taken on much more responsibility in my job.

Learned I am pretty decent at it.

Fought with friends, made up with friends, lost friends, gained friends.

Not taken nearly as many pictures as I wish I had.

Realized that soon, very soon, I’ll have been with Taylor for a decade.

Learned to be very, very okay with the changes that have come about in that decade.

Read a lot.  Watched tv very little.  Snuggled not nearly enough.  (One reason to look forward to fall, I guess)

Missed my family but not reached out to do anything about it enough.

Been smoke free for 8 months.

I could go on fairly endlessly but I think I’ll go eat some corn chowder, enjoy the sugar in my coffee and the rest of this blissfully relaxing Saturday…

And not feel guilty about neglecting this blog.  It’s always here, just waiting to listen to me when I need to talk, never demanding.  I like it that way.