A Virginia Summer

I used to see summer as something that needed to be planned. As though long stretches of doing nothing were unacceptable. I do not think this idea grew from within; more likely, some outside influence or pressure produced this directed drive. A reinforcing message that my worth lies in what I can accomplish, like thread woven into fabric. My bid for connection resting solidly on my ability to serve, help, and give.

But this summer was different. Bucket lists abandoned. Nothing on the checklist. Instead there was idleness. Day-long naps. Laziness well-spent. No focus on an extraordinary life. Just the opposite. Making sure to take note of the ordinary. Breathing deeply and pressing the shutter.

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