My friend, Jessica, tweeted something out today that I’ve been thinking lately and it’s honestly started to bother me.
We complain that time moves too fast yet we rush through nature’s seasons like we’re binge-watching a Netflix show.
The unofficial start of summer is Memorial Day, the fourth Monday in May because of the long weekend and the time down the shore. A lot of students are still in school over the course of the next two weeks or so. That obviously depends on the state and snow days, etc. (note: I’ll be the first to admit that I look at Memorial Day much differently now than I did 10 years ago. I don’t view it as a party weekend.)
However, the official first day of summer (the summer solstice) is June 20th or 21st. So almost three weeks until the actual start of summer.
Fast forward to Labor Day. Another three day weekend where everyone is declaring the end of summer.
HEY PEOPLE! WE STILL HAVE THREE WEEKS LEFT OF SUMMER!
I love fall as much as the next person, but it’s still technically summer.
Yes, Starbucks and the other coffee places are starting to promote their pumpkin spice. They’re just trying to get a leg-up on the season. They aren’t saying “summer is over”. In all honesty, having anything pumpkin past Thanksgiving just doesn’t seem right, so businesses are just trying to get their three months in.
Everyone wants a white Christmas. They want the storybook holiday where snow is falling as everyone is opening up presents around the the Christmas tree and a fire in the chimney.
On December 26th, they want the snow to be gone and for the flowers to bloom again.
Yet, we forget that winter technically started only five days prior. FIVE DAYS. Seasons last approximately 91.
There are times where I want time to just fly by.
I can’t deny that I’m a sports fan. I’m one of the biggest sports fans that I know.
I watch sports year round, getting excited for different sports seasons throughout the year.
Once my team is eliminated either by the end of the regular season or in the playoffs, I want the season to just restart. Hockey, baseball, and basketball are off for only three months or so, whereas football is about six months (from preseason).
Ever since I knew I was going to Amsterdam and Prague for the Philadelphia Flyers and Chicago Blackhawks to open up the NHL regular season, I wanted the summer to fly by. As much as I enjoy a tan, I just wanted it to be the end of September so I can fly to Europe.
We all know time isn’t guaranteed, so why do we continue to rush through things?
“Stop and smell the roses”
“It’s not the destination but the journey”
So many cliches tell us to slow down.
Enjoy everyday while we can.
Mother Nature is the way she is and our calendar is the way it is and nothing will change that.
The speed limit in life is 25 mph. No need to live life at 50 mph.