This is luxury: Swimming in the Gulf and not seeing another person as far as the eye can see.
If April is the cruelest month, then August is the lostest month. And it’s a good time to find yourself.
Staycating is the ultimate vacation destination in August. The world is on vacation: crowds, higher prices, delays. True, there is a sense of joining in the fun, and many art and music festivals are held during this high season. But…
…the best secret of August is your own house.
It’s a no alarm clock month. Breathy cool morning breezes caress me as I drift awake. I sip my morning tea and listen to the birds. The afternoons are lost lost lost to time. The evenings stretch into sweet darkness. Nothing is expected of you. Can’t get any work done, everyone’s on vacation. On hold. Gone fishing. True rest.
I’m reading, books both serious and not. Catching up on you tube videos and Netflix. Drinking lots of iced hibiscus tea spritzed with fresh lemon. Watching Olympics sans cesse, marveling in all those beautiful young bodies and what they can do with them! Planning for a trip the minute after every returns from Labor Day. (To be revealed!) And sorry to be the bearer of sad news, but Christmas ribbons appeared in Tropica’s Costco last week and you know how I feel about that! I write about it every year, but it bothers me every year.
Everything feels intuitive in August. I cook when I feel like it. (A good recipe for all your zucchini!) Nibble snacks when I don’t. Go out to eat on the spur of the moment. Going to a restaurant feels like a mini vacation right there.
Time to roam through your mind — and your closets. Weeding out thoughts and clothes and thinking about what you’ll add to the mix, if anything. Planning a garage sale for the fall with all the no longer useful stuff.
My summer project is fitness and I happily go off to Pilates three mornings a week.
Sending love and relaxation to all of you out there! Get lost now!
P.S. This is a photo of my DD, ion a sandbank in the middle of the Gulf. Yes, even in August there are places in Tropica where not a soul is to be seen even in the height of summer.
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