Howdy friends. July's newsletter is a bit different than my usual letters. I try to be positive and focus on the good and wanted to share some thoughts I had recently. I found myself on one of my morning walks this week complaining in my head about how hot it is....it's just a bit much for June! While it is the truth, I tried to reframe my thoughts and think about what I could focus on instead.
When it's summer, and hot, is there any better time to enjoy ice cold lemonade? Do tomatoes ever taste better? Is the sound of cicadas in the trees almost a little nostalgic and sweet?
With this heat we get to truly enjoy that dip in a swimming pool. There is nothing better. And let's count our blessings for air conditioning. I love a 5 minute rest under the ceiling fan with the A/C blowing after being in the sun. It's the simple things that even in this heat, are just better.
So if you find yourself cursing under your breath at the heat index, I recommend immediately going to get yourself an ice cold lemonade and appreciate just how good it tastes when it's 95 degrees out (or hotter).
With that, I will let you go but I also want to share a poem that I read several years ago that talks about being "a bit much" and a reminder that sometimes a bit much is just perfect.
She's a Bit Much by Lyndsay Rush
You mean like a bonus french fry at the bottom of the bag? Like a champagne shower? Like triple texting good news? Like buying coffee for the person behind you in line? Or did you mean "a bit much" like an unexpected upgrade to business class? / or theme parties/ or the band pretending to go off stage and then coming back for an unforgettable encore? Perhaps you are referring to that thing of being astonished by a sunset/ or how puppies flop around when they learn to run/ or the way some people take karaoke really seriously? Maybe you just meant sprinkles/ confetti/ balloon drops/ witty comebacks/ generous tips/ fireworks/ waterslides/ serotonin/ cherries on top/ and the fact that maybe we were put on this planet simply to enjoy ourselves? Then yes, I agree- she is a bit much. Aren't we so lucky she's here?
Hope you enjoy that one as much as I do...a good reminder that a bit much can be a wonderful thing.
When it's summer, and hot, is there any better time to enjoy ice cold lemonade? Do tomatoes ever taste better? Is the sound of cicadas in the trees almost a little nostalgic and sweet?
With this heat we get to truly enjoy that dip in a swimming pool. There is nothing better. And let's count our blessings for air conditioning. I love a 5 minute rest under the ceiling fan with the A/C blowing after being in the sun. It's the simple things that even in this heat, are just better.
So if you find yourself cursing under your breath at the heat index, I recommend immediately going to get yourself an ice cold lemonade and appreciate just how good it tastes when it's 95 degrees out (or hotter).
With that, I will let you go but I also want to share a poem that I read several years ago that talks about being "a bit much" and a reminder that sometimes a bit much is just perfect.
She's a Bit Much by Lyndsay Rush
You mean like a bonus french fry at the bottom of the bag? Like a champagne shower? Like triple texting good news? Like buying coffee for the person behind you in line? Or did you mean "a bit much" like an unexpected upgrade to business class? / or theme parties/ or the band pretending to go off stage and then coming back for an unforgettable encore? Perhaps you are referring to that thing of being astonished by a sunset/ or how puppies flop around when they learn to run/ or the way some people take karaoke really seriously? Maybe you just meant sprinkles/ confetti/ balloon drops/ witty comebacks/ generous tips/ fireworks/ waterslides/ serotonin/ cherries on top/ and the fact that maybe we were put on this planet simply to enjoy ourselves? Then yes, I agree- she is a bit much. Aren't we so lucky she's here?
Hope you enjoy that one as much as I do...a good reminder that a bit much can be a wonderful thing.
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