I work. I really wish I could say that my summer is going to be filled with traveling to far away places. I wish I could spend three months touring Europe or volunteering in Africa. But alas, I’m spending my summer working so I can pay for life.
As much as I wish I didn’t have to work all summer, do you want to know what has been a really hard adjustment for me? Working only one job.
Seriously. All of a sudden I don’t have school or preschool and I feel a little lost. I’ve gotten so used to having a fairly strict schedule and it works really well for me. I like knowing exactly when I’m going to do something and how long it will take me.
Now that I only have one job, I have so much free time that I’m not used to. It would be very easy to be lazy but I feel like with some conscious effort, I’ve been able to use my time to do worthwhile and productive things.
This summer I will be working at Jamba (2 years and counting…), reading a lot of neglected books (starting with Les Miserables!), preparing for and working at Retreat for Girls in July, going to see Wicked with my mom and sister, and hopefully taking a little trip to San Diego or somewhere equally exciting.
Even though I don’t have any huge plans, I think this will be a good summer.
I’ve already eaten my fair share of watermelon, popsicles, and banana ice cream. I also already (unintentionally) have a good head start on my summer tan. Well…that is, I already have a pretty good sunburn that will eventually fade into a tan.
The sad, sad news is that it hurts too much to shave my poor, sunburned legs so I’m turning into a hairy beast. Gross. Here’s to hoping they’ll be shave-able by church on Sunday.