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Today feels a little like Monday, I started my day rattled and a little hurried. Yesterday I was prepared for routine, but last night I fell asleep distracted and unconcerned by the morning’s expectations. Piled into a late night moment of silliness with my family, I was completely unconcerned with tomorrow when dreams carried my thoughts elsewhere.

It’s summer, after all, school is newly dismissed and we’ve barely had time to become restless for our enthusiasm. Rain keeps interrupting outdoor play and indoor tasks beg sidelong glances and wishful thoughts of sunshine. We haven’t made vacation plans and our commitments feel a little cumbersome without the promise of escape.

There is no assumption of privilege in these wistful hopes, just the indulgence of undisrupted exploration and restful stillness. Something new to rustle the soul and engage the senses. Some days I forget that we choose our experiences.

So, today I’m charting my own course from my front door in search of happy, mindful moments of joy; meaningful conversations and mindful consumption, play and purpose. I’m dressing the day in my best attention and looking for a muse in the mundane.

Tagged: Musings, Summer