During the school term, I think, "Wow, as soon as summer comes, I'll be able to relax and finally have time to do all my stuff! Yaysies! Can't wait!"
Then summer comes; the sun blares, and a whole new, more exciting, but equally busy schedule bobs in front of my brain. Do this. Do that. Oh, and remember in the beginning of the year, you said you wanted to do this? And remember you promised the Internet you would do that? And remember you said you were going to write this? And oh, do this thing, because it's urgent. And do that too. And this thing over here - see this? Finish it. (And reply to those emails, because you have no excuse when you apologise about not replying soon!)
STAHHHHP. (Stop that, brain.)
Someone, please, do my a kind favour will you, and stop the time. Give me hours of fickle idleness and make me not feel bad about wasting strings of minutes and hours. I want to listen to music while lying on my bed and imagining scenes that fit with the music. I want to read Gone with the Wind in a few days, and spend hours upon hours in my bed, just dwelling in Tara. I want to make mess and not worry about how long it'll take to tidy it up. STOP THE CLOCK NOW.
Okay, that might have sounded unnecessarily dramatic - and really, I'm not complaining. (No, don't say yes, I am complaining.) The last thing I want to do is complain; because gosh, I underestimate my luckiness. I have beautiful siblings, the best parents, and you know what, Mama randomly gave me 14 new washi tapes today, which means I have 24 now, and seriously - you should see my collection. It's the cutest. Also, we recently rewatched Sense and Sensibility 2008 and I'm so thankful for Dan Stevens' Edward Ferras (he's the literal best *Insert hearts*) and I'm also so thankful for ice-cream and emails and flowers and Feeling Inspired.
It's just that I have so many things on my to-do list; and sometimes the screaming inside my brain gets a little crazy. Naomi, write those Downton Abbey posts. You've only done one. Also, make a new header for the DA week, because duh. Naomi, why did you waste time on the Internet just then? Why huh? You could've written like, 3000 words of your novel in that time. Naomi, go and do some studying - you said you wanted to do your car theory exam this year, so work for it. Naomiiiii, remember you were going to paint your bedroom? How about peeling off some wallpaper. There's loads of it, you know.
(Also Naomi. pssst. You're two books behind on your Goodreads reading challenge! Just saaaaying.)
I often hear of kids being bored during summer vacations. I know some people near my own age who just don't know what to do. I feel really sorry for them, and I know I'm really lucky that I've never been familiar with being 'bored.' I remember being bored sometimes when I was younger; and I have been bored visiting people, or staying at another house sometimes during holidays, but all in all, I'm not familiar with the sensation.
It makes me so thankful that I have so many ideas, and that I'm continually inspired to do things, and challenge myself. (Scrap that: I'm not always inspired to do things and to challenge myself, but I feel guilty if I don't force myself to be inspired, which makes me want to do things most of the time.) I'm also so thankful that I HAVE so many things to do; and so many little goals of my own that I want to achieve. Without those, my summer would seem kind of pointless, I suppose, and I'm sure I wouldn't have half the fun.
(Still though. I'd still appreciate it if you stopped the time for me. Thunks.)
Maybe it's for the best that the clock keeps ticking, though. I need some pressure to get things done, and reasons to not be lazy and idle. The day has an end, and I have a to-do list to tick off before it gets too late. This makes every day have a purpose, and a reason, and a challenge. So praps, we shouldn't wish to stop the time, however tempting it may be.
(And seriously, even if we do wish it, we can't do it. So let's better not even wish it.)
Wow, this post turned out differently than I thought it would be... it actually motivated myself to go ahead and figure out the steam-machine and peel off wallpaper in my bedroom. And it motivated my to do my French and then write. And then perhaps read Gone with the Wind for an hour or two in the garden, because it is after all holidays...
Do you have struggles with the speed of time?
What are some of your summer plans?
(Also, yay for beautiful summery Pinterest pictures. Booyeah.)