Usually this time of year is the start of my “blue” period. Just a general feeling of woe is me, thanks to my kids’ birthdays coming back to back and the sense that I can’t stop time no matter how much I’d like to.
But for some reason this year I’m…content. The sun is shining. Everyone’s healthy (knock wood). Temps are nice and toasty (just the way I like them). I have book contracts. The grass is green. The birds are singing (cher-eep, cher-oo). The Red Sox are back in first place. All is well with the world.
Yes, we’re busy. Especially now that school’s out for the summer. The kids have three full months off, and it will be nice to have them home. I’m a nester by nature, so having them here makes me happy.
So I’m going to enjoy life and hope the rest of the summer brings even more happiness (I wouldn’t complain about another contract, either. Not that I’m pushing my luck or anything).