Do you ever find yourself so busy that even the simplest tasks start to feel a mountain? Scott could sweetly ask me to water the plants, and there’s a good possibility I’d snap. Poor Scott. We’ve hit that hot summer peak when weekends are booked a good month in advance and the “honey-do” list has grown to the length of a good 2 pages long (and that’s on a slow day). Now, I’m not bashing our trusty list, but it does take a turn for the worse when you’re no longer enjoying your accomplishments, but instead find yourself turning into a honey-do-list-monster, destroying everything in your path to get it done. That’s me. I’m that monster.
I found myself telling the super patient hubs that I long for the day when I say, “I’m bored.” Truth is, the day I’m bored is the day you’ll find me – come hell or high water – finding something to fill that void. So, I’ve accepted the fact that I’m a busy body, and you know what? Despite my icky monster-like tendencies lately, it’s not such a bad thing. Between me and the hubs, we get stuff done. And that… well… that can never be a bad thing.
Yesterday, in the midst of checking off numbers 2, 4, and 5, I came across our 4th of July holiday photos. I realize I’m a good 3 weeks behind, but I still want to share them with you. While browsing through the snapshots of that long weekend, I’m reminded that it’s crucial to slow down from time to time. After all, the ol’ ticker needs a time out, too. The go-go-go in me has caught up, and as I nurse an aching body, calm the swirling lists in my head, and take a time out, I’m beginning to realize that the relaxing holiday weekend was (and not to be overly dramatic) a life lesson. Here are some of my favorite snippets:
With our best friends in tow, we hauled 2 cars up to an adorable cabin on Burt Lake, just a hop, skip and a jump from Petoskey in our country’s mitten, Michigan. Aimlessly floating on the water under sunny, blue skies consumed our afternoons, and we ended our lazy days with bonfires, cold drinks, and s’mores. Our last night was spent cuddled up amongst the dunes at Petoskey State Park while watching dueling firework shows across the bay.
Many thanks for listening to my rant, and boy do I feel better. It seems as though writing (er, typing) it out is actually quite therapeutic, but don’t worry; I won’t make it habit. Rather, we both want to wish you a happy, blissful weekend full of relaxation, fun, and bundles of down time. And if that honey-do list is selfishly begging for attention, we ask that you tuck it away – just this once. For one weekend. We’re in it together. xo.