Well, isn’t that special

Summer feels like such a good time to make plans, doesn’t it? It may be only me but even with the difficult parts—and there has been no shortage, I know—there is a part of me that doesn’t want to miss that carefree, comfortable part of summer, too. I know it’s there, in the air. I feel it, and every day it gives me a little more drive to look ahead while still trying to soak up the moment.  I make plans, lots of them, and even if only in my heart and mind, it makes me feel better. I feel more certain every day, even with no reassurance except faith.

I feel like very few people get to experience a time in their lives when they really learn to live and appreciate day to day. Either by circumstances we create ourselves or by things handed to us without our asking, some of us get the opportunity to learn this odd, beautiful kind of appreciation. While I am certainly the former, the person who essentially has chosen her path thus far, there is part of me that knows this added bonus of consciously realizing the value of each day is something I didn’t plan on at all. In other words: I always knew life was good, but even I don’t think I knew it was this good.

And so, I’m making some plans. Minor, mostly, including remodeling my kitchen and some other home improvements. (Aside: I know calling a kitchen remodel “minor” is laughable, but I only mean in the grand scheme of life, not in the grand scheme of my own sanity, which is sure to be lost very early on.) It isn’t much, but it’s planning and it’s something I can control, which always makes me feel a little better. I can control countertops and flooring. Nothing special, I know, but it’s some kind of forward motion, even if it’s not what I’d imagined.  The imagined part will come later, I know.  As crazy as it sounds, I know.