Lately I’ve had this unsettling urge to travel and explore, to get away from my schedule and go somewhere new, exciting and without plans. Adventure, I guess.
Not sure if it would be considered irresponsible or living in wonder, but I seriously just want to get on a last minute plane and go somewhere, anywhere really. And I absolutely know it’s because we’re in the quiet season of life right now; nestled between the last couple weeks of summer days – waking up without an alarm, eating snacks from the cupboard all day long, going to bed when the sun starts to fade around midnight, the only schedule being around work and casual neighborhood play dates – and then August comes and I know whats next. Chaos. The busy arrival of school schedules, increased work load, early mornings and exhausted afternoons filled with homework, sports, and family time.
I know what’s coming and because of that, I’m trying to enjoy this quiet unscheduled time. In all reality I can acknowledge that this is just a day – a week – that is slow and thus calling me for adventure, when I fully understand that tonight, or tomorrow or in a few weeks the days will be crazy and full again.
It reminds me that I enjoy doing stuff – a lot. I think the “busier” I am, the more things I have scheduled and planned, the more productive I am in my days, the happier I am and the more energy I have. Don’t get me wrong, I love some quiet relaxing doing nothing days too! Just too many in a row makes me feel like a bored seal on the dock just hanging out for too many days getting sunburnt. Like someone should throw that seal a doughnut, it looks so bored.
So today, being content with the last summer days. Maybe going to the lake, or driving North (haven’t been too far north in Alaska so I know there is adventure I’ve yet to discover over there…) going swimming with the kids, hiking to the top of some mountains, maybe reading more books in the backyard hammock…. yes, definitely reading more books in the hammock.