I spent a lot of time this summer freaking out about how it would be my last summer.
The last time I would have four months of nothing, forgetting which day of the week it is, looking forward to one big blank slate of tanning in the afternoons, going to the beach in the middle of the work week, and watching the 2-hour block of Sex and the City everyday on E!.
I was especially distressed at the thought of constant, never-ending responsibilities and a 9-5 when the first days of my summer I was on a jury for an entire week. Always looking on the bright side, I decided to channel my inner Elle Wood and enjoy my civic duty and dress up everyday for court because I believe the kind of day I have depends mostly on the sort of outfit I’m wearing. Nothing good happens to a girl moping around in yoga pants.
During this time I also launched my own website, where I blog about my life and the things I like. This remained a big part of my summer as I wrote about my misadventures, dates, and the things I wear.
My interests were scattered: I babysat for 18-month-old twins and their five-year-old sister, went on a handful of surfing dates in Rhode Island, visited a great friend of mine in NYC where we sat in the front row at MTV Studios, and then got involved in a mayoral campaign in my hometown. Somewhere amidst juggling kiddos, surf lessons, Kat Dahlia’s acoustic set, and mayoral standouts, my four months of nothingness became four months of amazing growth and opportunity.
I so enjoyed everything I became involved in, created amazing friendships, started a new phase in my relationship with my best friend who doubles as my boyfriend, and felt completely happy and fulfilled by the last week of August. Instead of having an existential meltdown about the close of my “last” summer, I’ve set the intention to work hard, stay focused, and create a life that feels like an endless summer. The occasional tan, surf, and Sex and the City marathon included.
Have YOU ever had summertime sadness? How do you keep summer going year round?