The End of Another Summer

Now that my tan lines are fading, it seems apropos that this mark the official end of my Summer. I feel like a reptile shedding an old skin and uncovering a new one. I won’t even try to make it out to be symbolic of something deeper, because chances are, if I would have listened to a certain pertain person and slathered sun screen on, instead of coconut oil, this wouldn’t have happened.
My summer took me to New Orleans, Ocean City and St. Thomas. I got to see some of my favorite musical artists up close & personal. I sat in the rain and watched “Earth, Wind & Fire Perform”. I got backstage access to some of the greatest hip-hop acts ever to exist. I celebrated my birthday in one of the most beautiful places I’ve ever been, and couldn’t have asked for a better travel partner. That person taught me that celebrating should be done in “rounds” and told me I needed to make sure that when I leave St. Thomas, to continue celebrating. I think at last count, I ended up at Round 8 and I know my liver hates me.
This summer brought about new friendships and unfortunately the ending of others. But I guess the old saying ‘out with the old in with the new’, is something that always rings true. I’ve learned that bending over backwards for people will only cause a strain on my back, and nothing more. A person can only bend but so much.
I’m definitely looking forward to the fall though. I was never a 90 degree temperature type of person, even though I was born in August. I love the crisp air of a fall morning and the changing of the leaves. I love a fall wardrobe of sweaters, scarves and boots. I’m looking forward to spending my first week in November in Phoenix, Arizona ‘working’, and I’m sure by then, it will be a much needed break.
For me to complain about my summer, would definitely seem ungrateful, but I’m far from that. If I have to ‘out with the old’ and ‘in with the new’ with other things in my life, it will only be a good thing. As the Fall season brings atmospheric changes, I’m sure it will bring life changes as well. That’s a symbolic metaphor? Isn’t it?
Use the comment section to share some of the highlights of your summer, as we all say, “Good-bye, Summer ‘09″
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