It’s the first day of summer around our house. Workbooks and reading books are piled around me on our dining room table where we do our school. It’s so messy, it makes me happy. Because I love to tackle a mess and I love to organize. I love to plan. And guess what the first day of summer brings? Planning. List of Things For Me to Do, List of Places to Take the Kids, List of Rooms and Closets to Organize, List of Recipes to Try… you get the point.
Ideas are racing around my head, waiting to be formulated into a nice 1, 2, 3 list of bullet points. Books are stacked at my bedside (Still Life with Woodpecker, The Art of Fielding), magazines on the floor (Dwell, Fitness, People), and music blaring on my computer (Tears for Fears, Ben Folds).
I’m excited about this summer. I’m excited to think of the possibilities. I’m excited to have time to further obsess over my weight loss goals and my “get-into-shape-before-you-grow-old-plan” for myself. It’s okay to obsess in summer. As long as you soak up a little sun and blow a few bubbles while doing so.