Every year as I head into summer (my favorite season), I have visions in my head of what these three months will be like—and who I’ll be.
The person who sits on the beach reading all those classic books I mostly skimmed in college, hosts effortless cocktail parties, walks 8 gazillion steps a day, and has finally mastered her forehand.
Every year, the reality is a little less glamorous and a lot more normal.
And as I approach 60 (gulp), I’m completely content with that less glamorous, more normal reality.
So, no more dreams of perfectly cooked meals (not happening) or Instagram-worthy cocktail parties (cheese and crackers will do just fine). And the onslaught of boys and their friends headed this way over the next few weeks, I’m officially letting go of any hopes for a perfectly organized, uncluttered house. I’ll work on that in February.
Instead, I’m focusing on what actually matters: being present, appreciating the people I love, and enjoying this season for what it is—not what I imagined it might be.
So let’s all try to let go of the comparison game, stop chasing perfection, and make the most of the summer that’s right in front of us.
And thank you for being here with me. ❤️