Hello Bookworms, this is quite a casual post, just something more of a journal entry if we must label it. I hate getting asked what my favourite season is, but it’s got to be either fall or summer. They contrast quite a bit in what they bring, but I find the one word that comes to mind is calm. As someone who can get overwhelmed easily, I find myself desperately searching to be calm, quiet…even controlled? I love love love being busy. Nothing makes me more uncomfortable than having nothing to do, no way to busy my mind and brain. Still, with social media and technology designed to consume our minds, I find myself yelling ENOUGH. During these months, especially summer, when obligations such as school are typically non-existent, it’s much easier to see this “calmness,” whatever that may be. It’s not necessarily a feeling or a sentiment but a lifestyle. It’s one where my days are busy, my nights are free, and I can take a deep breath whenever I need one. I don’t need to entertain people that exhaust me, and I can really direct my life.

As someone who’s all about moving, I think that’s why I fell in love with running this year, the act of pushing yourself to a point where your body can’t even focus on your thoughts. With a brain that loves to overthink and stress, it’s a freeing experience. It’s similar to my habits of saying “yes” to many things and not faulting myself. Of course, I want to do it all! It’s hard for me to prioritize certain things, sometimes even myself. But days like this remind me that, yes, being busy and being “productive” makes me feel good, but so does doing nothing. “nothing.” Suppose that is even a thing. Just living, being human, breathing, walking, and reading for a day.

These pictures were from a day (July 9th, as we can see) when I did NOTHING.; it was so wonderful. 

A Slow Summer Day

A word after a word after a word is power

Margaret Atwood

Thanks for reading!