The summer has come full circle. A weekend after Labor Day, four months after my birthday, another perfect Little Giant dinner. My jeans, which were loose in the season's beginning are now too tight, but no matter. There's a whole winter to shed those summer pounds. It's been a season of good food and bad. Total extremes. I feel ready to start watching what I eat again, having come to realize how important good food really is to me. And why bad food is really hardly worth eating.
Will I ever get around to posting the 50 birthday gifts I'm giving myself this year. Maybe. Maybe not.
Can I capture the joy of jumping in a lake and sunning on a dock? Falling asleep in the hammock? Watching the fire flies in July?
The most important gifts were shifts in behavior and perception. Allowing myself to get a foot massage after karate one night. Taking an extra day at the Omega Ecstatic Chant weekend. Not rushing for a thousand things.
If nothing else this year, I want to learn to relax with myself. To be. Without judgement. Without hurry.