It’s like trudging through mud.
Nothing’s happening. You get frustrated (or anxious), trying to stir up some mojo.
Give in to the summer.
Your calls will get returned next week, probably in an urgent frenzy. So instead—with this last bit of summer, indulge. Chill. Revel in what’s fleeting:
Ice cream. Sugar cone, maybe even some chocolate sprinkles. Let it drip down the cone and lap it up.
Hammock, beach chair or chaise, armed with your favorite naughty read. Glass of fresh-brewed iced tea, real sugar, lemon and mint.
Basically anything on a beach: building sand castles, throwing Frisbee with your dog, clamming, napping under the umbrella.
A round of mini-golf with your pals. Or big golf, on a course with a drop-dead view.
An escape to the country. Lazy bike ride, hike in the canyon, hayride, horses in the meadow, picnic.
Barbeque. Need I say more? Nothing beats a little fire and smoke (and vinegar and molasses).
Outdoor concerts with the perfect moveable feast, neighborhood festivals (Rib Fest anyone?) or a run with your summer play list.
Baseball, hot dogs, cold beer, popcorn. They don’t have to win for you to have a good time (I’m a Cubs fan, I know this to be true).
Surfboard, Jet Ski, paddleboard, water skis—or jumping into the old swimming hole. Just get wet. Completely, joyously wet.
Pick one item from the list and do it today. And every day after until you’ve packed the last possible bit of summer in.
Because you deserve it.
Let me know how it goes.
p.s. I’ll be back here, still making mojo, on September 10