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I am a thinker.
I like to reflect, analyze, and then over-analyze.
I like to sit and think.
But apparently, not in the summer.
It turns out, this summer, I just like to sit.
I think about my blog all the time. I think about my online world of friends and fellow-thinkers. I think about all the drafts I've started. I think about how many days it's been since the last time I was on...
And then, well, then, I stop thinking.
I pack the beach bag and leave the house with my three favorite men.
I flip through the channels and watch the day's stage of the Tour de France yet again.
I call my friends and meet up at the local bounce house place.
I go to the gym.
I do laundry.
I eat chips and salsa.
I am very, very lazy this summer.
All the projects I had in my head in May: the two-years-worth of photos to be organized and put in boxes? The photo books to be designed and ordered back from when I was pregnant with Aidan? The closets to be purged and cleaned? The massive behind-the-sofa-spring cleaning? The steam cleaning of the boys' rooms' carpets? The every-other-day blogging?
I feel guilty about it when I'm in bed, mainly, at the end of the day, trying not to count how many weeks are left of this no-work, no-school, no-schedules kind of life for the four of us.
There will be so little accomplished, I think.
And then, I stop thinking.
I go to sleep.
And I wake up the next morning to more of the same lackadaisical living.
And you know what?
For someone whose brain is always frickin' noisy, whose mind is always on hyper-speed, whose lists of to-do's are endless, it's nice to just wander a lot instead of wonder.
And on those nights when I lay in bed and think for a bit about all the things I have not accomplished this summer, I also realize that maybe this has been one of my most successful summers ever...one in which I've actually been able to Just Be.