Interstate driving is terrifying
Multiple ear piercings are awesome
Music is best on vinyl
Skipping rocks in the backyard creek is the cheapest and most effective form of therapy
About 6 days ago I told myself- and then published online- that I would write a blog every day over the course of this summer. Obviously, that hasn’t been carried out. What is it about people (and especially teenagers) and procrastination?
Twenty-four hours every day, seven days a week, three-hundred and sixty-five days a year; in the moment crawling by with the speed of a snail until time sneaks up on you, filled with regretful hindsight and a malicious grin on its face. I mean, come on!
In addition to my failed attempt to keep a consistent blog going (I swear, I’m going to stick with it this time) I promised myself that I would
a) Run every single morning for an average of 4 miles (instead I’ve gotten about 4 miles worth of drowsy stumbling to the snooze button every morning) and
b) Practice my guitar like I used to.
About three years ago, I played guitar in every spare moment I had- and I got pretty good at it too! But two boyfriends and two high schools later, I’d dropped the habit. I’m finding myself really getting back into it, but procrastination has been getting in the way.
Therefore, with goals constantly in the back of my mind, I’m going to give it another shot. Tomorrow I’m crashing the treadmill party at the YMCA and I already have plans to stay up late practicing. I’m insistent that this time, it’s going to work.
I just hope that once I hit the promised land of adulthood my unfortunate habit of procrastinating will fade away.
First day of summer vacation 2K15, and I’m riding shotgun in the family SUV on a 6 hour drive to celebrate memorial day weekend living the dream…. at a Beatles festival.
Sitting indian style, cruising down the interstate blasting Magical Mystery Tour with my two sisters and mom in the back seat. (My dad’s reputation for fast- and dare I say reckless- driving puts my mom in an intense state of disquietude, so it’s my pleasure to claim the role of “navigator” up front to give her some peace in the back)
The incessant stretch of highway promises a grand kickoff to my summer, the anticipation of two and a half months of late night adventures and early morning laziness hits with perfect timing after a climax of school stress.
Fueled by the Blue Ridge mountains peeking over the horizon and warm sunshine penetrating my freckled skin, I can’t imagine anything other than the youthful optimism of… well, a 16-year-old the brink summer vacation.
I only have two of these left, including this one, and I want to do everything in my power to make the most of it.