By Monica Wilcox
If there were a season for “Rockiní Life”, donít you think it would have to be summer? †No one remembers having a steamy spring romance. No one fantasizes about long winter road trips or the dog-eared days of fall. To experience summer is to dip a long, pink, curly straw into the marrow of life. To taste life’s succulent joys until youíve slurped yourself straight into fall. Summer is spittiní watermelon seeds, peeling shoulders, blackberry stained lips, and cool-colored waterholes. Are you ready to really live it?
Who declared that one has to be eight or eighty to seriously take in the sunny season? Who decided summer break was only for school children? †Donít we deserve it as much as that sun burnt kid selling overpriced lemonade on the corner! I donít care if you’re sitting in sweats, panty hose, or a striped tie, youíre entitled to make some serious memories out of summer 2011. Iím giving you permission to break out, break down, and break free, because weíve only got 93 days left to do it.
Hereís The How:
Summer Loviní - Happens so fast because we havenít got the time for legalities and negotiation. †Itís the season to leap from the cliff and plummet yourself straight into the throes of love. But a summer fling doesnít always have to be about another person. In the summer of my 11th year I †discovered Flying Saucers down at the Tasty Freeze. Every afternoon, in the heat of the day, you could have found me strolling into the Freeze for a butterscotch Saucer. Remember that summer you discovered the magic of tadpoles? The skating rink? Find something, or someone, new to lose yourself in for the next few months.
Summer, Summer, Summertime - Time to sit back and unwind. Do you remember the last time you woke up and had nothing to do? Days spent spread eagle on the carpet bored out of your mind? Days when you were so drunk with LAZY that breathing felt like an effort? Oh how we could all use a bit more of that! †If youíre really going to†own this summer youíre going to need a spot of grass to watch the clouds go by, and an ant mound to feed your chip crumbs to, and a heavy stuccoed ceiling to find faces in. Itís all about getting your lazy on. Now donít panic, the cleaning will save until spring and those spreadsheets can wait for a bitter winter workday.
Itís the Simple Things In LIfe - Like when and where. Joy can be as easy as that. Summer is being open to the possibility that adventure can spontaneously arrive on your doorstep to take a bike ride down to the creek for a PB&J picnic. Open yourself up to instantaneous callings: jazz in the city park, searching for starfish on the shore, picking wild blackberries. Summerís best experiences are often spontaneous, simple, and free.
Schools Out Forever – Meaning get OUT of the house, leave that office behind. Itís time to tackle that bucket list, time for a road trip, time to do something youíve never done before. †You donít have to have a pink bike basket to have an adventure (or maybe thatís exactly what you need). This summer Iím walking†60 miles For The Cure, attending†Blog-Her,†and checking out a Monster Truck Rally. All new to me. Iím hitting farmer’s markets, doing a wine tasting tour, and camping in†Yosemite. All new to me. Youíve got 93 days left; 93 days to create enough memories to carry you through until the next season for ďrocking lifeĒ comes around again.
What have you been waiting to do? Is NOW the perfect time to do it? When was the last time you really lived a summer? What are you going to experience this season that youíve never done before? What did you love about summer as a kid? Is there a way you could bring it back into your life now?