I wanted to rush through a lot of things when I was younger. I wanted to rush through high school because I wanted to get to college. I wanted to rush through college because I wanted to be an “adult.” I wanted to rush through my early 20’s because that version of an “adult” wasn’t quite what I imagined it would be. It wasn’t until after I actually got what I wanted that I realized I didn’t take as much time and care as I should have when I was younger to actually enjoy it. So that’s what I’m working on in my mid 20s. I’m trying not to rush (as much) but it’s a constant back and forth. I’m the type of person who is always looking forward to the next trip or the next project or the next monumental moment in life. But I have to remind myself to slow down because right now is good too, sometimes it’s even great.
I find my patience comes much easier in September compared to some of the other months because I try to stretch out the last patch of summer for as long as possible. I sit outside on my balcony after work and read until the sun goes down. I wake up early on Sunday mornings and head to the farmers market to fill my bag with strawberries, pluots, peaches and tomatoes. I try to get to the beach as many times as I can and soak up as much sunshine as humanly possible before becoming a lobster (SUNSCREEN ALWAYS KIDS). Even though LA doesn’t truly become autumn until late October, the sun starts to set earlier and the mood shifts significantly come the end of September.
The past few months I’ve felt like I lost my groove a bit inspiration wise. I wasn’t happy with the few ideas I had come up with for writing and creative projects and I just overall felt like I was in a rut. After weeks of feeling stuck I finally decided to take myself on an inspiration weekend date. On Saturday I rifled through the September issues of fashion magazines and pulled out all the pages that inspired me whether it be the colors, patterns, styling or tones. I taped my favorites up on a wall in my entry way and have dubbed it my vision wall (full DIY post coming later this month). On Sunday I went to a flea market to look for black and white art prints and then drove to the Pacific Palisades to spend the afternoon at the Getty Villa. I wandered around for a few hours (taking photos, pretending I lived in the Roman times) and ate an amazing pesto salami pizza by myself for lunch while I read outside. It was glorious. (Side note: I have never had a problem eating alone at restaurants. I know a lot of people do, but I actually love how peaceful it can be to sit with only yourself and your thoughts and enjoy a meal that you treat yourself to.) After those two packed days of searching out inspiration I finally feel like I got my mojo back. I finished an outside DIY project that I’ve been putting off for months (another post coming this month) and my writing is once again coming much easier and clearer.
This weekend is Labor Day, the unofficial end of summer. I’m headed to Northern California to spend three days with my family relaxing, reenergizing and what else, reading. I hope you take your time and enjoy this last long weekend of the summer. Hamburgers, sunshine and chlorine for all.