One Place

I always start summer in a rush, part catch up, part pack it all in. It feels like it might slip by and I will miss it. June kinda feels like panic mode, planting, planning, circling through fam and friends like there is no time after June. You can’t burn out in June can you? I don’t think so, you can’t burn out from love! It feels like a surprise bag, each day is something new. Reach in, feel around, ta-da, with more fun choices. Opportunities to learn, clean, relax.. no deadlines.

July saunters in like an old friend with good drinks and all the time in the world. Everything slows down and the panic of the previous month slips away. This secret stash of time fills me with pause and peace. A little more planning, and more peace. The little voice says, “don’t waste it.” It goes faster than you think. There is a whisper of a year of July’s to come. The mornings are vim and vigor, the rest of the day becomes your own. A revamp of mindset, casual bliss.

A read an article about the wild woman. The point being nature wild not crazy, not saying one is better than the other. It resonates with me, bonding with the outdoors. I am outside so much this time of year like a caged animal set free. I can certainly be both sides of the wild coin and I accept that. I am not one without the other. I own the wild woman, she is adventurous, spirited, and has a heart of gold. She has a plan and goals and looks for the off beaten path. She has truth and desire to make the world better any way that she can. I am her, she is me.