Summer 2017, what can I say? It’s been a whirlwind. Starting in May and ending mid-August, it’s incredible to think about how many events have happened and will happen in coming weeks. From new babies to birthdays to trips to sadder times, sometimes it is hard to believe that it’s already late July, pushing August.
It’s in the quiet moments, when nothing is going on. When I’m sat on my bed, crossed legged, drinking iced tea and downloading new music, that my mind starts to drift. I start to wonder ‘what’s next’. I’m a planner, it’s built into my DNA, it’s who I’ve always been and who I’ll always be. So when my summer of insanity wears off, I ponder what’s next? Likely a lot of change.
I’ve never been afraid of change, I welcome in fact. But with friends starting to have babies and debate their own lives choices, you often wonder what’s next for yourself. What’s going to be the next thing to come your way? What do you need to do to push yourself to the next phase of life?
None of these are easy questions to answer, and I don’t in fact have the answer to any of them. Perhaps it is easier to be busy and focus on the next event rather than deal with the bigger issues.
What is the point of all this? Nothing more than a brief rant really. Just some late night Sunday thinking.
Summer continues to trudge along, and hopefully I’ll get my butt in gear to post a few of the things that have happened, but we’ll see. In the meantime, I’ll just be here, contemplating.