Hot, long days that seem to stretch on for eternity. Warm breezes whip through the trees and our hair. Vibrant green grass, cool blue water. Yeah, none of that is going on now. It’s ice cold; literally, there is ice on the ground. I’ve never seemed to fully grasp the concept of winter and why we have it around, but so be it. But my focus isn’t horrid, depressing, dead winter.
Hands down, summer is my favorite season. One, there is no school. Two, I can do anything I want with my time. There is no schedule to dictate when I have to do something. I have the freedom to whatever I want. I am grateful for my job during these few months because I have the luxury to establish my own schedule.
But in that vastness I am conflicted. There are so many things I want to do. So many opportunities to take hold of, and I’m uncertain about what each risk will bring. Last summer I did so many things that helped shape my faith, relationships, and passions and I want to continue on that path. I want to discover more about each of those and more. Summer opens up so many doors and I hope that I fully take advantage of all that summer has to offer. When Summer comes knocking I want to embrace him warmly and with a sense of rebirth. The only stipulation, I have to wait for summer to show up. And right now, who knows when that’ll happen.
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