So Long Summer

My summer has somehow slipped by without the slightest glimpse of the ocean, tan lines, or sniff of chlorine. That bikini-ready body? Forget it. I put on my washed-out, saggy-bum bikini from last year maybe twice these past three months.

Quite frankly, I’m freaking out. I want to work, be successful, and wear the power suit, but does that mean sacrificing the sun and cocktails with your girlfriends at 2 p.m. on a Tuesday? Someone say no. And tell me where you work. 

My boyfriend asked me the other day what I have read lately. I looked at him so defensively, ready to list off at least... I had nothing. Well, I did have The 2020 Workplace. Yes, that would be required reading. So not only have I failed at summer in sun and sand but I have also failed in fun and freedom. 

Well, until I find that perfect balance of work and play. Here’s where I daydream...

*Would you and yours like to join me and mine for a few bites and some wine at this lovely table setting? I heard some recipes from this book were quite divine. 

Photo from House Beautiful

Blow Me Away

We’re not crazy. We just care, so much. We care about you. We care about me. And we care about all the little things that will make your smile go on for days.

We don’t want sparks, we want flames. We don’t want comfort, we want magic. So when one little thing spirals off, we feel like we’ve halted the journey and somehow damaged the show.

I know, I know. You’ve told me a million times before. “Relax.”

But my expectations are high and there they remain. You see, I’m afraid I swore a long time ago, that the beating heart for me was the one that understood my hopes and impressed me beyond stars and galaxies.

This one knows what special does makes what special is and creates the special that should be. 

So go ahead, blow me away. 

photography by romina shama- lolita editorial