If you’re like me, these next few weeks will include binge watching Parks and Recreation with two bags of hot Cheetos, one large Coke and a soft t-shirt that can be worn for at least two days straight. Breaks are only for using the bathroom, showering and occasionally calling Mom to let her know I haven’t died.
I can just hear it now. The crunch of potato chips and the knock of a pizza delivery guy at my door. It’s the glorious sound of summer.
Although I do love to sit underneath a mountain of pillows and Birthday Cake Oreos, I’m beginning to realize maybe there’s more.
Maybe I should text my friend who lives in South Padre and go down for a visit. I should finish learning to make pottery and I should finally start writing the book I’ve been thinking about for months.
If you’re right there with me, I encourage you to use this summer for those projects you’ve been dreaming about since last semester.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying ditch the relaxation and loose vibes that come with a comfy bed. Save part of the week for putting your feet up and watching your favorite flicks (we can’t just say goodbye to Ryan Gosling movies that fast).
Use the leftover free time for charting goals and chasing aspirations. Make a list of things you love, things you want to master, and things you hope to achieve.
Get a dog. Buy a bus ticket. Go to Canada. Run a mile. Apply for internships. Work at Arby’s until you’ve saved enough money for a Nikon camera or one of those nice Breville espresso machines. Can you hear the Secret Life of Walter Mitty soundtrack? I can and I’m ready.
Make the most of the precious time summer gives because soon we will have to get back to school. Even if that means learning to knit or having the biggest picnic you’ve ever had.
Cross stuff off your bucket list and do things you can’t do during a full semester.
For me, that means writing a book and reading as many John Green books as I can find. It means running five miles and having Kentucky Fried Chicken with my grandma. I’m going to find new jams, color my hair, and maybe even drive to Oklahoma for the heck of it.
What does it mean for you?
