Today is my last day of summer vacation. I have to go back to school tomorrow...to early mornings and meetings and emails and hallway conversations and paperwork. And the best part - smiling faces. I miss my kids. I miss their laughs and their skips and their hugs and their funny stories. I miss their voices and their energy and their excitement.
I am ready.
To be honest, this summer was kind of weird. It wasn't the kind of summer that left me with a full, satisfied feeling...more of a awkward, unrested feeling. There was the June camping trip, and a week of summer school, spending time with my nieces for a few days, my daily jaunts to the library and the gym (let's be honest - the two or three, or maybe even one time(s) a WEEK jaunts), my 30th birthday, my 3rd anniversary. Good stuff...great stuff. But all of that excitement didn't even come CLOSE to lasting me a whole summer.
I don't do well by myself. I don't look at a whole empty week on my calendar and jump with joy at the possibilities. It makes me anxious and panicky. I prefer a week stocked full of appointments and meetings, lunches and evening activities. I want human interaction; I need to converse with multiple people on a regular basis.
Inactivity is brutal. Activity is LIFE.
Thank God for transitions, for awkward times and the wriggling out of old skin and into the new.
HOLLA -
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