I’m sitting on the couch in my sweatpants because I got greedy with the long weekend, slowly tapping out my first blog post in over a week (I’m rusty) and choking down a giant green smoothie to atone for the sugary sins of the holiday (more on that tomorrow).
I don’t know about you guys, but it seems like I blinked and August disappeared.
This summer was so good to us: the flower shop was much busier than I anticipated, we made it to the beach, C spent a week in Canada with his family, our friends had a beautiful baby girl, we celebrated birthdays and holidays with our favorite people, and I tackled some overdue projects on my to-do list. It was pretty perfect, as summers go.
At the start of it, I decided to cut myself some slack. I took a break from blogging regularly, let tumbleweeds roll across my Instagram for days at a time, and skipped out of the shop as often as I could manage. I cooked a lot for C and me, read several books in the sunshine, watched two seasons of Once Upon a Time on Netflix, and went to bed early almost every night. Good grief, it was lovely; and it made me realize that maybe I really can have a better work/life balance if I just slow down and make it a priority.
The end of August marked the one-year anniversary of C’s job (I keep wanting to type “new job,” but nope, no longer applicable) which also means I officially survived the first year of running the flower shop on my own. I feel like there’s a blog post in there somewhere about the things I learned about myself over the last twelve months, but it will have to wait because my brain still thinks it’s Labor Day.
Now that September’s here, it’s back to business as we head into our wedding/event season. But I’m going to hold on to summer for as long as I can; at least a little of the work-less-relax-more part.