Friday Lamentation

August: a month when I should be kicking back my heels, sipping a gin and tonic with Jean in the sun, my keys forgotten on the table, with nowhere to go but right here.

However, August is not a quiet month for me on the work front. I have deadlines and busyness. My writing is squeezed in here and there. This summer even my evenings have been busy. So much so, that I have not renewed my deep breathing and relaxation yoga classes. I have to free up time somewhere.

But all is not lost. Summer has not been abandoned, I remind myself. We did picnic with friends at the beach on Tuesday night. And didn't Morrie and Em join us for lemonade sundowners at Whytecliffe Park on Monday to watch the sunset? And wasn't that as a result of the picnic we enjoyed together Sunday afternoon at that same park?

So what's up with you, I scold myself. Why the niggling frustration that summer is slipping by? Why this lamenting? I have no clear concise answer.

I look at my desk, the unfinished tasks, the intrusive deadline I wasn't expecting, the change to my day I didn't want, and the things I want to do but can't get to just yet. Buck up! I scold myself again. The sooner you get through all of this, the sooner you can get outside and enjoy summer!

And so, I do. I publish my lament on the web and pick up the next item on the 'to do' list of life.