This is my little world right now.
I am much better off carving out a little alone time for myself in a busy schedule to meditate, do yoga, or just think, than I am having too much unstructured time on my hands. Busy is good for me.
This weekend we had ourselves some fun.
For some reason, I always crave the ocean during hard times because it makes me feel small next to it, and seems to help me put things in perspective. And Wonderland is one of the most beautiful spots on the earth.
The rest of the afternoon we walked around Southwest Harbor, had ice cream, and stopped for loaves of bread at Little Notch Bakery, the best bread I've found in Maine.
And today, fall was even in the air. We hiked and snacked and lingered on the bog walk.
Tomorrow is Labor Day. To celebrate, I will run the 5-mile Labor Day Road Race in Bangor and then I will labor, as tomorrow is my last day to get all my work done and get totally ready for students who arrive on Tuesday.
Tomorrow is also September 3rd, the anniversary of my dad's death, always a hard day for me. This year especially, I so wish I had my dad to talk to.
I'll re-post the essay I wrote last year about my dad's death.