Last night I was laying in bed, browsing Instagram and trying not to think about how hot it was in my room. Nearly every post was a glowing, sunny photo lamenting the end of #summer2014 or some thoughts on why this was the best summer ever. At first I thought, well that's a mighty tall order—what about all those summers when we didn't have jobs or homework or bills or multiple expensive wedding gifts to buy?
But then, like a true seasonal masochist, I began to troll back through my photos from the summer. Beaches. Road trips. Old friends and new. Many, many cocktails. Oceans on either side of the continent and blissful brides and grooms. True, this was actually a sad, destructive summer for the world at large, but in my smaller little life that kept on going, it was pretty spectacular.
While I choose to believe that the season isn't technically over until September 22nd, I still feel like there was a magical quality to the past three months of "official summer." The weird thing I find is that often times, there's a cosmic synergy to things like good weekends, bad work weeks and fittingly, epic summers. I hope yours was fantastic too, and that you get to live it out a bit longer, as I plan to.
LET'S REFLECT ON THE BEST OF #SUMMER2014...