In Los Angeles, we have a late summer. Growing up in Michigan, warmer weather starts in May and Memorial Day is treated as the official start of summer. Here, we have to wait until the 4th of July (June gloom is miserable and absolutely accurate). Seeing as we're less than a week out from my favorite holiday, the weather has finally started to cooperate and I got to spend an amazingly beautiful summer day on the ocean yesterday with some of my favorite people (well, not on the ocean, but a few yards away).
I love summer. I especially love what summer means: long days, sunburns, drinking with friends, the smell of dirt, sand and sweat. Grilling, impromptu parties, ice cream, naps, pools, hikes and boats. Everyone's generally in a better mood, spirits are high and worries are put away (at least temporarily).
This weekend, I spent a lot of time in the apartment baking, cleaning and reading. Laying in the sun like a dog, trying to soak in the rays from inside my apartment. I put off researching to catch up on some Real Housewives episodes and I filled the fridge with summer salad.
Now the problem is that I still have five weeks of school left. I have three major papers, two finals, a strategy simulation and two presentations before I can really let my hair down and breath. One of my quests in life is trying to find balance. Obviously I can't blow off the rest of the semester and play, but I also can't let what may well be my last summer in LA pass me by while I play hermit and ignore what's going on outside.
What I'm saying is that I want to live my best life. And that includes doing absolutely everything right now; a mighty tall order. What I really want is someone at the end of the day, to promise me that it will all work out the way it's meant to. That I won't push the panic buttom too many times in the next five weeks and that I'll get to play and work all in good time. But I guess I'll have to settle for having some incredible opportunities to savor time with friends, learn about myself and face this portion of the challenge head on. After all, I've got a pretty great support system and failure just isn't an option.
What I'm saying is that I want to live my best life. And that includes doing absolutely everything right now; a mighty tall order. What I really want is someone at the end of the day, to promise me that it will all work out the way it's meant to. That I won't push the panic buttom too many times in the next five weeks and that I'll get to play and work all in good time. But I guess I'll have to settle for having some incredible opportunities to savor time with friends, learn about myself and face this portion of the challenge head on. After all, I've got a pretty great support system and failure just isn't an option.
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