Oh Summer, why are you so fleeting? Don’t you understand, I love you so, never want you to go.
As we enter the last real month of summer, I have embarked on a personally conflicting journey to course through the vein of August. While reading Jennifer Close’s, Girls In White Dresses (definitely suggest reading it; thanks Ma!), the main characters found that life had become a bit, ummm, mundane, stagnant even, and considered dedicating the entire summer to saying yes. Yes to everything asked of them. Parties, kickball teams, you name it. If you’ve seen Yes Man, you get the gist.
I am a woman that subscribes to the #notaboutthatlife mantra. If I don’t want to do it, there’s a 99.9% chance it’s not getting done. And I’m unapologetic about it. But what if, by saying no to so many things, I could be missing out on an opportune blessing? For the next 16 days, yes is my new last name.
What can I report back so far? New friends, random run-ins with old friends and surprising good times despite preferring to stay in the house reading magazines and watch the Style Network’s reruns (and watered down) episodes of Sex and The City while annihilating a coconut ice pop. In that order. Judge me not.
Be Extraordinary- Alyssa Peacock