I'm finding myself wanting more time and a simpler schedule.  Mostly, so I can do more.  Kind of ironic, right?  In the rightful sense?  I want to do less, so I can do more.  I guess it is all about trade-offs.  I want a day where I have nothing to accomplish, so I can wake up and read as long as I want, sipping coffee, then tea, then maybe more coffee.  Laying on the couch.  Maybe watch a movie marathon.  I want to get up and wander favorite neighborhoods, wander from shop to shop.  Grab lunch wherever.  And then I want to do that again the next day, and the next.  I realized this morning, what I want is summer.  A good traditional summer, like you never get again after childhood.  And then I decided, I am going to let my children truly, deeply relish summer.  Because they will never get it back. 

I love my childhood summer memories. 

That said, once all the excitement of June through the first week of August passes, I am making a point to live my weekends like a summer vacation.  I'm going to avoid plans.  (Sorry folks.)  I'm going to wake up and decide what to do - longboard, read, wander, hike, watch cartoons and eat cereal, write, or lay by the lake. 

In order to spend time with the important people in my life, and accomplish goals, I have had to master "planning" and scheduling.  And the next two months are the epitome of that.  I'm okay with it.  I wouldn't give up that time or those people for anything.  But, I think a season of the opposite is necessary.  And I hope that you all will understand.  It doesn't necessarily mean you will see less of me, but you might. :/  Don't worry Kristin, Esther, and other mysterious friend who is also moving, I will be making sure to soak up every minute, hour and sun ray I possibly can with you... it just might be a lot less structured.  Which, I think you'll like.

I need a season of doing less, so I can do a lot more. :)