Can we just talk about this weather for a sec? The divine, sent from heaven, dry and sun-kissed breezes, the gorgeous sunshine and dappled blue skies, the cool and comfy perfect sleeping temps at night? I want to weep with the sweetness of it. Truly. I can't even complain about the green heads arriving early this season. Nope. This is perfection on a stick.
So what have I been doing with myself in all of this perfect weather? Admittedly, not much. Writing some, organizing some, thinking and planning a bit, making lots of things with the kids and wandering, wandering slow and easy. My days have taken on easy kind of jazz rhythm where most days feel like a Sunday morning.
The to-do list has shrunk considerably and it seems most things lately are being served in digestible bight-sized portions, so I am feeling productive and proactive for the most part. I think this slower pace suits me well and our lives are still busy and full with camp and birthdays and family and friends. I still have ambition. I still have a few special projects in the works. Maybe the difference is that I feel more like I am creating and less like I am producing. That tipping point is always a precariously fine line.
So I am trying my best to note and bottle this formula for later use. Less to-do's, more open-ended time for spontaneity, more doing (as opposed to thinking about doing), less mulling-over, and more time outside in this delicious weather certainly are all key ingredients to keep things humming and buzzing merrily along.