What a magical time of year, when the days stretch endlessly before us, with nothing more to do than whatever you choose to do. That is how I remember summer from when I was a little girl; now that I have two boys in school and summers off, that feeling is back. I enjoy waking and stretching and thinking happily about all the possibilities of the day ahead. The pace is slower, the days seem longer, and I feel I could accomplish anything, like a super hero. I'm definitely channeling my inner child more these days.
Why is this feeling mostly reserved for summer? It's true, the pace is accelerated the rest of the year, but why do we feel the need to accelerate inside too? Sometimes the best things can happen if you slow down and just be, and listen. And who says we can't make miraculous things happen? One of my favorite sayings (I have many) is "What would you do if you knew you couldn't fail?"
