“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”
― F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Perhaps spring remains better associated with rebirth, but for me, it’s always been summer. The days are longer; the sun shines brighter; time moves more slowly. So I will, once again, start anew.
I will…treasure the small moments. My sons and I will swim and play and lay around and laugh. My husband and I will sit on the deck with a cocktail to talk about our days. I will read poolside. These are the moments I will bank to carry me through the cold, dark months.
I will…let go of worry. Worry does not serve me well. It’s inactive. I am determined to tackle worry with a head-on strategy of problem-solving when possible and letting go when not. I will not allow that feeling to drag me down.
I will…appreciate the bounty. As we harvest vegetables and herbs from our backyard garden and eat the freshest and best food available, I will give thanks for the many gifts I have been given. I am incredibly blessed and will not pass a single summer day without offering thanks.