Hello Loves,
Oh, how I love summer!
My garden is sharing her bounty, the river lets me cleanse in her clear waters, and the sun nourishes me with her rays.
Beaches and barbeques and bare feet oh my. Ocean swims and salty eyelashes, towel lounging and reading. Road trips and camping and hiking and adventures. Music festivals, Food Truck festivals, Cultural Festivals and Pride Festivals. Everyone wants to celebrate!
And there are endless opportunities to gather with friends. Potluck dinners in the backyard, outdoor movies and plays and dances and concerts. Go pick blueberries, raspberries, cherries and blackberries. All the berries!
Time, (which of course is an illusion), seems to be moving at a sprint and you must keep up the pace. YOU ONLY HAVE SO MANY DAYS LEFT OF SUMMER and FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) starts to kick in.
I embody all of the above. I said YES to everything. E.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g.
That was until my extremely fun times burned me out. Poof – up in flames. I was on the couch with a week long cold that left me weak and exhausted. They were the most boring days of my summer. They were also the most insightful. I’m taking a real good look at JOMO (The Joy of Missing Out).
What do I need in my life? What is healing and healthy? What energizes me? Where is the balance?
I looked at my August schedule and I made some firm decisions. I would only travel to the city once a week – (I live an hour away in the countryside). I’d only be available to friends on Saturday and Sunday. And on Sunday, I wanted to be in bed by ten.
I feel so brave, like I’m setting off into new territory. I’m pretty certain I will have moments of FOMO. I know some pretty sweet things I’m missing out on, but my body is keeping the score. I will cherish the moments of peace and rest and relaxation. This is my goal for August.
-In Sisterhood
