It’s the last week of July.
I just looked at the calendar and realized we’re four days from August.
I seem to have this realization every year. Summer always feels longer when it’s ahead of you than when you’re living it.
We’ve had a good summer. We took the train to Chicago, went to a Rush concert, caught a couple of baseball games, built the patio wall we’d been talking about, and spent quite a few Saturdays around the grill. But between the heat, work, errands, and ordinary life, the weeks still disappeared faster than I expected.
This morning I caught myself thinking I’d like to squeeze in a little more summer before it’s over.
I have a feeling I’m not the only one.
Why Summer Disappears
Summer has a funny way of making us think there’s always another weekend.
June feels wide open. July gets busy. By the time August arrives, we’re looking at the calendar wondering where the season went.
At the beginning of summer, we all have things we want to do. A day trip. Friends over. A concert. That restaurant we’ve been meaning to try.
Somehow those plans become, “Maybe next weekend.” Then the calendar flips, and there aren’t many weekends left.
What I’ve Noticed
The things that end up mattering aren’t usually the biggest trips.
They’re finally smoking that brisket. Buying the concert tickets before they sell out. Deciding to take that drive instead of talking about it for another year.
None of them happened by accident. Somebody had to decide this was the weekend.
You still have August.
Maybe it’s a day trip. Maybe it’s inviting friends over. Maybe it’s finally doing the thing you’ve been saying, “We should do that sometime.”
Pick one.
Put it on the calendar before another weekend slips by.
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