Tomorrow my (now) 6th grader goes back to school, and I am pretty sure neither of us are prepared for summer to be over. She will be starting middle school, and I find myself feeling melancholy lately over the changes that this summer has brought. When I was a kid myself, of course, it never occurred to me that my parents might feel just as sad about the summer coming to a close as I did, but now that I have a preteen barreling into young adulthood at full speed, I find myself longing for sweeter days of chasing fireflies with a mason jar, swimming all day, and sleeping in late.
How about you? Whether you have children or not, is there anything about the end of the summer that brings an emotional shift to your heart? What do you do to celebrate these last, few, precious days?
As for us, we will be soaking up the sun on this last, gloriously schedule-free day, and then on Wednesday not only does my kiddo start school, but my new writing schedule will begin. Eight FULL hours per day, dedicated to completing works-in-progress, and starting new projects as well. These next few months are going to be bringing some amazing stories, and I can’t wait until I am able to share them with you.
