What I've Learned From Summer Storms

Summer storms
Just when the temperature reaches 90 degrees, the lawn drying up, the pressure hitting your skull, that's when the sky breaks.

The sky cracks open, and sends bathtubs of water down— static and strobe lights cut the sky.
I think its natures way of saying "it's okay to break down". It's okay, because when the pressure is too much and the heat is on— start anew.

I went to bed last night but couldn't sleep. The clock ticked midnight and the final rerun of Frasier ended, and I sauntered to bed. Maybe it's being in, for once, for the night, maybe it's going to bed when you're not really ready, but I found myself tossing and turning.

I didn't have the typical foggy groggy thoughts, but rather, clear, laundry lists, mistakes, and propositions came to mind.

And like the sky, my mind opened up, flooded with thoughts.

I've decided. Summer is... Well just a summer. I don't need to make grand commitments, but rather go with the flow and have fun.
And that's exactly what I've decided to let happen with The Boy, friends, plans... Just let it be.

I know, it's completely against my personality, I'm a list making, rigid, "emotionally complicated," "over analytical," and an over all type A personality.

But guess what? I'm going go challenge myself this summer. I'm going to push myself. I'm going to learn to relax and put things into perspective.

Instead of running inside and hiding when the storm comes, I'm going to run into, enjoy it, see its' beauty, and try not to look back.
So, welcome, summer 2011.