Did you see summer fly by? Where did it go I wonder? Seems like I was waiting, eagerly anticipating its arrival, and suddenly now it has gone right by. When was it actually here?
The nights have gotten cool. The sun is setting earlier. I have been bringing a jacket to wear at the football field every evening while I wait for my son to finish practice.
I remember as a kid that summer lasted for a long time. The days stretched out long and going back to school in Spetember felt like you had not seen some of your friends for years, not months. My son and I had made a list of 100 Things we wanted to do this summer. Sadly about half of them fell by the wayside. Some of them can still be accomplished through the fall, like kite flying, and I suppose we might feel like eating ice cream sundaes for breakfast in January.
This week I read about the author of the book, 100 Things to Do Before You Die, David Freeman dying at the age of 47. His book was the first of the 100 things books, other books followed by different authors in subsequent years.
“This life is a short journey,” the book says. “How can you make sure you fill it with the most fun and that you visit all the coolest places on earth before you pack those bags for the very last time?”
He visited about half of the places he wrote about in his book. The sad irony of his death, after running with the bulls and bungee jumping off of cliffs, is that he would die from falling in his own home and banging his head.
His friends and family said that even though he didn’t get to do everything on his list that he lived his life the way he wanted to, with no regrets. I love that sentiment. I told my son yesterday that even though we didn’t get to accomplish everything that was on our list for this summer, we had fun.
And really that is what it is all about.
Though I would not mind if time would slow down just a little bit. It is hard to smell those roses when they are flying by at warp speed.
