My creativity seems to have stalled out right around the time the temperature went up to unbearable and decided to stay there indefinitely. I have become one of those people who spends her days huddling in air conditioning, emerging only to go to the pool. I never wanted to be that person, who lets the heat and mosquitoes defeat her, who refuses her daughter’s requests to go to the park, who won’t sit on the porch, who goes everywhere with the car windows rolled up and the air conditioning blasting. But here I am, in my comfy comfy air conditioning.
What was I talking about? Oh, my creativity. Maybe it is outside on the porch, but there are way too many mosquitoes out there to reclaim it. So I think that, instead, I will declare this summer vacation. The kind of vacation I’m talking about doesn’t have anything to do with time off work or trips to the beach. God willing, this summer I will be working. This is a vacation from my worries. Just imagine setting down all of life’s baggage for a while — all the plans and the expectations, all the ambitions, all the striving, all the beating yourself up for what you haven’t done.
What if I took the summer off from worrying about whether I will be employed, or whether I will be able to afford health insurance, a year from now?
What if I took the summer off from worrying about where our economy and our country are headed?
What if I took the summer off from wondering whether I will succeed … on this blog, in my career, as a parent, as a human being?
What if I took the summer off from thinking about all the goals I haven’t achieved: learning Spanish, volunteering with refugees, writing a novel, flossing daily?
What if I took the summer off from hurrying, worrying that time is running out, that life is short, that I might miss out on something?
What if I took the summer off from thinking that I should be having more fun, from resenting the work and the chores and the lack of a maid and a beach house?
What if I spent this summer just getting up and living each day, taking each moment as it arises, and not wondering if I’m doing enough things or the right things or the ambitious things or the fun things?
I think I’m going to try it. I’ll let you know how it goes. Maybe I’ll spend some time consulting the master of living for the moment: