It’s hard to believe another summer is winding down. Temps are cooling off already where I live, and daylight hours are noticeably shorter. But since I love fall, I don’t happen to mind either one of these things. Why do summer months seem to pass more quickly anyway?
There seems to be lots of stuff to hurry up and get done before summer ends. You know, all that stuff on your to do list you haven’t finished (or even started) that at the beginning of summer you thought you had plenty of time to accomplish.
It seems to me, lots of rushing around goes on during August as people try to finish up summer projects, take the last summer vacation, squeeze in that last good read or summer movie, have one more big cook-out or camp-out, shop for school clothes and supplies, get a loved one settled in college, visit grandma or whatever.
There seems to be so much to get done in August.
August feels like a month of urgency to me.
And August always seems to go by too quickly.
Unless that is, you’re a child starting to count the days until Christmas, as one of my sisters and I did every August while we were growing up. Back then, Christmas felt like an eternity away from August to us. There were way too many days to wait and patiently mark off on the calendar.
We didn’t think or care the same way about urgency back then. We just wanted those interim days and months between August and December to go by and go by quickly. And to us they never seemed to.
Time moves more slowly for youth, or so say people who are no longer youthful.
As you get older, time seems to pick up momentum. Adults often claim it would be nice to slow it down a bit.
A certain August that did not go by quickly enough for me was my chemo-August of two years ago.
I wanted that August to end and end quickly. But of course to me, it didn’t seem to.
That was the August of the summer that wasn’t. That was the August when my chemo cocktail switched from Adriamycin (the red devil) and Cytoxan to Taxol. That was the August of intense mental haze, extreme fatigue, unbearable mood swings and other various challenges no one really cares to hear about now.
That was the August which lasted an eternity for me and probably for my family as well, as they had to patiently put up with me. It was my family’s chemo-August too.
There have been two more Augusts since my chemo-August.
And as this August winds down, I’m grateful to still be NED (no evidence of disease).
However, cancer isn’t over for me and in fact, I see oncologist number four (more on my oncologist saga later) next week for more follow-up. It will never truly be over for me, but I am coming to be more at peace with that of late; not at peace with the cancer part, but at peace with the part it will always now be a part of who I am.
Cancer doesn’t define me, but it’s certainly an integral piece of “experience” now listed on my “life’s resume.”
Maybe this is part of the reason why I’m trying to savor the close-out days of summer more. Or maybe not.
To be sure, I still have my own “busy list,” with some things checked off, but many more that aren’t.
I still have a college student to get ready and off, I still have a visit to grandpa’s house to make, I still have a pile of books to finish reading, I still have a movie or two I’d like to see, I still have lots of unattended yard work (not to mention house work) to complete, I still have tons of work to do on writing projects; well you get the idea, I still have lots to do.
You probably do too.
But it’s a long time until next summer and next August.
So, I plan to mindfully slow down now and then during my personal August urgency moments. I plan to consciously remind myself to enjoy these fleeting days of yet another summer winding down.
How about you?
Do you feel a sense of urgency to get things done in August?
Do you have special plans to close out August or summer this year?
How do you slow down time?