It’s hit! I’ve let go of my agenda. I’m letting each day unfold. I’m letting the world surprise me with its opportunities. In Maine, that happens like magic every summer. Old friends arrive, the neighborhood bustles with activity, the beach calls, festival season starts…
Letting go of my goal list is not easy. I’m a doer. I can’t help it, but in Maine these moments are fleeting. Inspiration is in the experience. The outdoors is ripe with opportunity. So, go on, take the time to slow down and see what happens. Maybe you’ll find your own daisies!
Oh, I wish I could just let go.
Between getting the kids to camp, relatives from away, scheduling playdates, and doing all the stuff I have to do all year (you know, like provide a dinner every single night) I often wonder it Maine summer is a blessing or a curse.
Oh well, at least I’m not Georgia Mom, where my primary concern is what level to set the AC at each day.
Love the flower photo
Oh yeah, and I should say I now see Hawthore in a whole new light. I can see some “daydreams” involving a secret staircase
Maine Mom, I stopped planning. No more camps. I’m trying to decide the morning of, what’s going on. It’s an extreme leap of faith. We’ll see just how long it lasts!
Oh and yes, the secret staircase could be quite the spot…