It’s late summer in the Midwest, but it’s still summer here, and will remain so until late October. As a kid I was always frustrated by this end of the summer season. I couldn’t wait for true autumn to arrive. The changing weather triggers so many expectations, and these days, memories. Being in Florida 6 years, I find myself still hovering in that slightly aggravated feeling: It’s going to cool off soon. That’ll be so good. Hurry.
I can rush things. 
But personally, I don’t like to hurry. I can be stubborn, and I can quit. I don’t want to be rushed and made anxious by others’ expectations and wishes. This has become so obvious to me and I’ve spent some time examining this part of my character. I’ve been examining what makes me happy and not happy. I’ve never dug to the roots of my stubbornness. What’s true of me, is that I was made (born) to be an observer and to formulate ways to express what I see. Being rushed was one of the biggest conditioning agents that made me an anxious child, and stressed out adult. My jobs have been varied, but I perform best when I have a lot of autonomy. When I had that I could find what I needed when I needed it. The right words or information would just be there, in my mind. And even though I am completely enjoying this new school year so far ( I have a nearly magical group of kids) I am rushed. Better get to it.
Photos from some relaxing moments this weekend. Before the rush came in full force. Oh, well. Felt the stress but I got a lot done.
Nice light
I like gloom within reason
Neighbors house and sky
Chorus clouds
Mike ahead
Walking about Naples
It was delicious.
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