August? When did it get to be August?
Well, six days ago apparently. But what happened to June and July? It seems like just a few weeks ago that summer beckoned like a smooth, promising carpet. Someone has turned my carpet into a door mat.
And what would I do if I could find that someone? Something violent? Accusatory? Eviscerating?
None of the above. My actions of choice would consist more of begging, pleading and groveling. "Pleeaasse give me my summer back! Pleeaasse don't let it be over so fast!"
Sigh. That "pop" you just heard was the sound of my bubble bursting, and sending me reeling back to reality.
And the reality is that fall and the real world will be here very soon, and all I can do is make the most of my door mat. Pleading, begging, groveling and even eviscerating will do nothing to change the circumstances, and are therefore a massive waste of time. Ditto whining, complaining and sobbing.
So I'm going to stretch out on my tiny little door mat and enjoy what's left of summer. Practical to do lists will be short (even though their alluring check marks beckon) and work - at least some of it - will have to keep because I won't have a second chance to make the most of these days, and when I look back on them, I don't want them to be a frenzied blur.
Feel free to grab your doormat and join me.