The past few weeks have been a little weird. I'm a serious creature of habit. I like my routines. I like have a rhythm to my day. This summer it's been impossible to find a rhythm that sticks around for more than a week or two.
June started with bebe out of school, a very early birthday party for her because she was in a wedding during her actual birthday week. July saw us with out of town guests every week. Different guests, coming and going, some for a few days, others for a full week or two. August...we've talked about my grandmother's death and the flying trip back to see the family, DH's birthday, a family reunion on his side of the family.
Oh, and I've been writing. I've been on deadline with my publisher all summer, working on a book that I pitched without having written it. That's a writing rhythm I've never done before.
Before you think I've whining, I'm actually not. While I am a definite creature of habit and I work well within an established framework, what this summer has taught me above all else is that I can adapt - my life, my writing, my favorite summer indulgences - into whatever new schedule I need to create. Here's what I learned:
1) I found that not only can I read in a car, I can write in a car when necessary
2) Sometimes the littlest moments make the biggest memory - the rehearsal dinner and actual wedding are a blur to me. My most vivid memory of that weekend is bebe dancing with RadioMan during the reception. She was exhausted but didn't want to stop, so her head is on his shoulder and they're 'slow dancing' to Katy Perry's Firework. Then she came over to me and we went through her flower girl basket, picking her favorite blossoms for her keepsake box.
3) Sometimes you just have to bend. I had a Kindle filled with new reads at the beginning of this summer. I think I've read about ten books. That is a looooooow reading count for me, people. But if I wanted to spend any time with my family, if I wanted to meet my publisher's deadline, if I wanted to remain sane, something had to give. I also gave up weekly pedicures because I can do the same thing with my bubble tub and a pumice stone in half the time.
4) New rhythms can be the best of all. No, my summer didn't have the smooth, relaxing rhythm of, say, the Little Big Town song Pontoon. At times it might felt more like a ripped up, screaming version of The Rolling Stones' Start Me Up, but that weird, cacophanous rhythm got me through the summer and now, looking at Labor Day weekend, I met my goals.
I spent a lot of time with family. I saw bebe grow in new ways every day. I finished my first written-on-proposal book. I'm not headed for divorce court because in the madness (Yes, RadioMan's summer was just as hectic) we made time for each other.
What about you? How has your summer been? And, if like mine it was mad, how did you survive?