the dog days are over

This summer I believe the Universe challenged me. That is what I will say anyway, when I look back on it. It seemed just when I thought I was pushed down, I was kicked while I lay there on the floor. It made for a different version of myself. A woman who didn't always know what to do or say, (and I always have something to say) or if I was making the right decisions (and I almost always believe I am right). I kept waiting for summer to end. As if the leaves changing color would bring about a change in my luck. But before I give this time period of my life the final kiss goodbye,(which I am doing this week) I decided to pull a complete 180 on my grudge with it. This is what I am choosing to take away from it instead:

For my last weekend of the season, I have a beautiful wedding that I am so excited for. I get to witness two people get married who I have known since they started dating (and I shot gunned my invite to the wedding). I have a royal blue sari to wear, a hennah tattoo to look forward to, and tons of vegetarian Indian food to eat up. What a great kick off to labor day weekend, and how fortunate that they booked this upcoming weekend and not the one that just passed. Irene really could have been a wet blanket on such a joyous occasion.

(me and my best gals braving the hurricane in an irish bar, with live irish music. A nyc hurricane/evacuating my apartment and fleeing to brooklyn with amazing friends. The reason why summer 2011 was unique)



Being that I was out of work this summer, I had a lot of time to spend alone, sit in the park, attempt to get a tan, or...hop on the train to head home. While long island is full of great beaches, I had a way better reason to head out east. And with no work to be at, I was able to spend a lot more time out there these last two months with my friend and her new family. I even got to go on a 10 day vacation with them in Pennsylvania.

(Brianna Michelle born June 18th. The one reason why Summer 2011 was an absolute miracle).






My birthday is in July. And while this birthday really freaked me out admittedly so, I sure did enjoy showering others with birthday love. A bunch of my friends celebrated birthdays as well, and I spent hours baking in my kitchen for all the special occasions. Sometimes, it was no ones birthday, and I baked anyway. During times of madness, one could say butter and sugar are therapeutic. I swear there were times when I was certain my friends would find me in my kitchen, surrounded by cupcake liners with flour on my nose. "She's finally lost it" they'd say.

The doormen in my building have received so many cakes/cookies/cupcakes from me, that I think they are beginning to doubt whether I actually am a nutrition student.

(Baking for myself, but more importantly others. The reason why summer 2011 was delicious).



I was six years old when I moved to my hometown. One of my first play dates there was with a girl in my first grade class, and her cousin Rich. Rich and I would grow up to be great friends. I would sit in his living room while him and my other best friend Mark would rehearse their band for school shows. We went trick or treating together. Went off to prom weekend together. And when we were 19 Rich told us he was going to become a priest. This past June, I watched my friend who made me laugh, inspired me, and always got me through forensics class, become an ordained priest. During the church services I sat next to Mark. I couldn't help but think how different all of our lives had become; how much we've grown up. But I love them exactly the same today as I did when I was 15. They are just the best. And my goodness do those two make me laugh. I am so lucky to still have them in my life, even if we don't get to see each other every day anymore.



(Watching Rich take on the priesthood. The reason Summer 2011 gave me goosebumps).







I guess when I look back on this time, I will say this summer was Organic. Like a piece of organic fruit: It was unadulterated, flawed, but full of goodness in one way or another. I am still excited for fall though. Even though the summer had some things to be proud of, I am ready to return to having more control over my life. I have new classes to look forward to, apple crisps to bake, football facts to learn, and weekends to hopefully go apple picking or frolick in a pumpkin patch. I love this upcoming time of year, and I am actively choosing to not harp on the summer of challenges and sadness; no no, I cannot taint the fall season like that.




“For a long time it had seemed to me that life was about to begin - "real life". But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, or a debt to be paid. Then life would begin. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way".- Fr. Alfred D'Souza