Summer Depression

Note: While this post is not exactly timely, it has been on my mind to share with the hopes that others who experience the same thing will take heart.

We live in a place that lives for summer.

Elk Mountain ... So Glad We Found You!

It has been an interesting summer for us. Being in a new place, we have found nearly everything a challenge. And in the craziness of it all, we kept finding time short and energy even shorter when it came to getting out our hiking boots and taking them for a spin.

Me Time

Such a treat to take a little Me Time. As I prepared to walk out the door, I realized that my mind was battling with itself over the age old question. What should I do with a few hours of Me Time? Around here, the choices include Canada, the United States, the beach, a river, the park, the mountains. How about grocery shopping? Stop by the library? (I tried. They were closed.) And of course, the always tempting Starbucks.

So after a stop at Starbucks and a garage sale, I found my way to the beach.

Oh, what to do? I could work on my blog. I could read my Bible or a homeschooling book. Maybe write a letter, or work on the plan for the next school year. There are always things to organize, phone calls to make, even potential photos that are whispering my name.

Guitar ... Why didn’t I learn to play when I was younger?

Sometimes I think about the things I regret. Honestly, not often. It just leads to this period of self-pity over things I can’t change. We really can’t go back and re-do life. I have to remind myself to stay focused on one of my favorite mantra's, “Do the Next Right Thing!”

But when it comes to the guitar, I do find myself pining away for the girl I meant to be, the one who could pick up a guitar and play. Just play. For me. For family. For gatherings of whomever, whenever. Just play. That girl may never exist. But then again, she might. You’re never too old to learn. That’s what they tell me. And here I am trying, once again, to learn something new and change myself to that girl I dream of being. The one who can play.

But alas, why didn’t I learn to play when I was younger? Seems like it would have been easier, although I’m not sure why. Maybe an attitude change is in order. Maybe it wouldn’t have been easier when I was younger. Maybe this is the perfect time to learn. YES! It is the perfect time to learn.

So instead of typing, which I won’t be able to do for a few weeks until the tips of my fingers get their feeling back, I’ll play.

Just play.

Stop "Pampering" Your Feet ... and Pamper Your Whole Body

An interesting article about feet! Seems like an oxymoron, but check this out ... Nature's Magic Bullet ... astounding.

Take a look at what Renee at FIMBY has to say on the subject, too.

And a shout out to Jack ... I love my "DIY Barefoot Sandals" from XeroShoes! Now that it is a little warmer, I wear them almost every day, rain or shine.