I find the summer to be an emotional time of the year for me. Anybody who knows me well understands that I run on a schedule where I’m up racing from work to school to a workout class to a date night with friends. I thrive in this kind of a dynamic schedule, but also am fully aware that it might not be what’s best for me. By the time the weekend rolls around, I am exhausted.
Yet, another part of me gets heavily anxious if I feel that there’s too much empty time in my day. Which goes back to why summer is emotional for me. I don’t have school, work is less intense, and the days are effectively longer. Only up until last summer, I was spending each summer dancing so having a “summer vacation” is still a novelty to me. In the free time comes boredom; my mind lingers and I daydream. I connect with thoughts and feelings that might have been otherwise suppressed if I were in the midst of my busy routine. Do you see how this feels like a viscous cycle?
I’m coming to terms with the idea that maybe this is how I am and maybe that’s not exactly a bad thing. My ability to be emotional is also linked to my ability to be introspective, sensitive, and empathetic. It’s also allowed me to notice, observe, and even amplify the smallest of things. Sometimes of course, this isn’t so good. I might start an argument over the tiniest detail and turn it into a massive blow up. This is something I know I need to work on. But other times, my attention to things allows me to find beauty in the otherwise mundane.
Yesterday, I went to the beach with my parents. My mom never swims and isn’t much of a hiker, but I convinced her to go for a walk with me along the shore. At first she said, let’s walk in the dry sand, for the weather was cool and the water was cold. Yet, on our way back when crossing a stream, she gave up and stepped in the water. Her enthusiasm only grew when she suggested we make footprints in the sand.
My memory goes back to a few weeks ago when my sister told us to take some tomatoes from my nephew’s garden. It soon became a race - who could find the most ripe, fiery orange cherry tomatoes the fastest.
Last week, a good friend of mine in the city moved to the West coast to start school. I told her that, along with having her friendship so close by, I’d greatly miss the organic scent of geranium, eucalyptus, and rosemary that I would always smell on her.
It’s the simple moments like these that I’m becoming more and more aware of. The gravity of a moment, caught like a fragment of a day or even an hour, affects me more than it used to. Perhaps it’s my affinity for leading a slow life, in spite of the constant presence of busyness. Maybe Italy and its relaxed pace has taught me to be more observant. Or perhaps I’m growing more aware that the faster I make my life go, the less I’ll be able to remember.
So this is why, I’m deciding on the small things in life to be the next blog theme of choice. I invite you to take time to recognize the presence of beauty, simplicity, and humility found in these little details of your life.