The past two days have been filled with emotions, the sad kind. I think I’ve cried enough to get me through December. I usually don’t cry this much or at all, so this is a bit out of character for me. But ever since I moved to Chicago (I’m blaming it on homesickness, if not, it’s just plain old age) I’m quick with the tearing eye, and the wearing my heart on my sleeve. But enough, I say, enough.
Yesterday was the first day of summer, the summer solstice. And summer, of all seasons, needs to be celebrated, needs to be welcomed with open arms and needs some planning to ensure one enjoys it to the max.
I need to work a ton this summer, to make up for all the writing I didn’t do during the academic year. But I also have some summer goals like:
- Go to the beach
- Finish my package of yoga classes
- Eat lots and lots of ice cream
- Read some books for fun (I already bought one last week, if you have any you love, shoot me an email or leave a comment with the title)
- Spend time outdoors
- Get to know a little more of Chicago (maybe a city tour, another museum or the zoo), and
- Go see a game at Wrigley Field