gratitude52, Week 21: Summertiiiiimefeatured

gratitude52, Week 21: Summer {the ponytail diaries}

gratitude52 (because “52 Weeks of Gratitude” is too much of a mouthful) is a year-long challenge/series on, obviously, gratitude. Read more about the challenge here and all gratitude52 posts here.

Oh, well, this should be easy. I think my love for summer is already well-documented here.

First, though, I’m grateful that I live in a place where summer actually is wonderful and enjoyable — 100+ degree days are rare, humidity isn’t really an issue, mosquitoes are around but they’re not a huge nuisance. We just get the May Gray/June Gloom that usually burns off before noon. And then in August/September we get a week or so where it stays about 80 degrees 24/7 and then that sucks a little because we don’t have air conditioning or even ceiling fans in our apartment (although I think we can convince our landlords to let us install one soon…fingers crossed).

So what’s so awesome about summer? I think Bill Watterson says it best:

Calvin & Hobbes - Summer Day

Even after “growing up” and losing summer vacations, even though my summers as a kid were never quite like that, as the days start to get longer and hotter, I still feel that tug of “anything’s possible” as long as it’s fun and relaxing and somewhat pointless.

As a kid, even though spring and fall are the “transitional” months, summer more than other seasons marks a time of change. It’s a time when you’re not in school every day, doing the same routine and seeing the same people who expect the same thing from you. And then you get these magical three-ish months of freedom and — for me, maybe also because my birthday is in the beginning of June — I always spent at least a little time then thinking about how’d I’d be “different” when I went back to school. Like, how should sixth-grade Allison be different from fifth-grade Allison? Any changes that happened were usually more of a slow, natural progression than a distinct, stark, intentional change, but the thoughts and energy were still there. Summer was a time to get outdoors and have adventures and discover myself.

As a kid, summer also meant a week at Grandma’s (with a day at Disneyland), a week in Tahoe, sleepovers with friends, the end of softball and beginning of soccer, sleeping in, baseball games, late nights reading (without mom insisting I turn off the light and go to sleep), day camps, learning to water ski, going to the movies, Slurpees and Otter Pops and ice cream sandwiches, going to the amusement park, mastering video games, riding bikes and rollerblading up and down the street, and — the year I turned 16 — enjoying that sweet, sweet freedom of having a car.

Now, summer seems even more like a “blink and you miss it” season. The past few years, I’ve gotten so caught up in work that all of a sudden I wake up and July’s nearly over and I’m like “what?” It’s so jam-packed — we already have most of our weekends planned up to August — that there’s not many chances to just be lazy and linger and let time slow down.

So I guess that’s a goal for the next few months.

Calvin & Hobbes obviously copyright Bill Watterson. Wallpaper found here.