The Art of Life (and The End of Summer)

This summer I’ve really tried to appreciate a different rhythm of living.

I can probably count on one hand the number of “proper” dinners that came through our kitchen (I’m still going strong with Pasta Salad Summer), my exercise and personal practice routines were regularly shortened, it took me until these last two weeks of August to finally tackle a few household projects from my summer to-do list, and overall my work and productivity modes were notably reduced.

The welcomed tradeoff was beach dates with my four year old, ferry rides to some of our favorite city spots, countless playdates with friends, one upstate getaway, a weekend in Philadelphia, and a bad cold that touched everyone in our house (okay, that part wasn’t welcomed).

In some ways summer helped me slow down, but in other ways it felt like a parenting hamster wheel I jumped off of a few times a week to lesson plan, teach, and meet with clients.

I know whatever readjusting I’ve done the last few months will be met with a new wave of surroundings asking me to readjust once again - a constant dance toward finding center in my life, a re-examination of current circumstances and present capacity.

It’s an art that once eluded me but now intrigues and thrills me (most days).

While I’m almost never ready for the full ramp up that comes along with the start of Fall, I trust it will bring a new rhythm and reinstate some grounding routine. And when workloads pile up and the calendar is at capacity, how I meet myself will be my artistic medium of choice.