I have a winter self and a summer self.
My summer self is fit and wears a bathing suit for walks on the beach and sips homemade iced tea with springs of mint and sits out on the deck in the evenings watching the sunsets. My summer self gets up as soon as the birds start chirping and weeds the flower beds before it gets too hot. It drinks water and has a salad for lunch. It organizes get-togethers for friends every weekend with bonfires and beer and toasted marshmallows. My summer self drops everything to attend the Buskers Festival and the Fringe Festival, and goes bar-hopping after. When my summer self gets tired of city life, it goes on a road trip and pitches a tent on a cliff by the ocean. And of course my summer self buys passes to all the music festivals and romps in them, rain or mud or shine.
OK, the slightly-detached manner of calling myself “it” has probably clued you in that this is not really me. It is what I think I should be in the summer. June is a nice late Spring month. We have three months of summer, July, August and September, with increasingly cool nights starting halfway through. I have grandiose ideas of what I should do and see and be in the all-too-short summer.
I imagine myself being full of energy for concerts and festivals and entertaining and travel.
I imagine myself re-landscaping the yard, creating new flower beds, and washing my own car.
I imagine myself being fit and healthy (which would have had to happen all winter and spring, ha!) I can even picture myself with a tan and painted toenails 🙂
The reality? Not so much. My work schedule is the same all year. I use vacation to travel at various times of year, rather than to relax in the summer. I look pasty and my toes are not cute. I am always shivering in the air conditioning. I’m often too tired to contemplate a festival or concert after work. I don’t improve my diet and eat light. I am inclined to sit indoors and read a book. And I even drink coffee!
Maybe winter is better for people like me?
This summer I pledge to enjoy the season and not pressure myself to be a new person. I do love getting up early and listening to the birds while drinking my hot coffee. I will continue walking to and from work and enjoying “not being cold.” I will occasionally have salads, but I won’t give up soup or pasta. I will go to concerts and movies and festivals – just not as many as I feel I “should.” I’ll weed the flower beds on the weekends and cut the grass, and that’s all, and it will be enough.
Sometimes we play tourist in our own town, or drive two hours to another one. Sometimes we go for a long walk on the beach early on a Saturday before it gets hot and one would be expected to wear a swimsuit. And sometimes we take our bowls of chick pea curry out on the deck and eat dinner in the fresh air with our laptops 🙂
How summery is that?
Is there a season in which you flourish and feel full of energy? Or are you the same year-round?