This Summer I am going to sit on the couch with my grandmother and aunts, and watch telenovelas, swooning over the pretty-faced male lead, and let my rationality be lost in the cheesy, tacky, (usually nauseating) romantic plot.
This Summer I am going to laugh at every mishap, mistake, slip-up, trip-up, face-plant, and fall (and I will fall).
This Summer I am going to lay for hours in the soft, sweet, green grass and let the freshness of the dew pervade my nostrils. I will look up at the clear northern sky and watch every single cloud drift by.
This Summer I will yell and scream and shout and be obnoxiously loud – just because.
This Summer I am going to run as fast as I can, while dribbling a soccer ball. I will show my younger brother’s mad skillz who’s boss.
This Summer I will invite the person who needs a friend to come hang out with us.
This Summer, as the sun sets and moon rises, I will stay awake and wait for the next day’s sun to rise, resisting the urge I’ll have to close my eyes.
This Summer I will play until my fingers bleed. I will dance until my lungs can’t breathe (but not really ‘cause then I will have died). I will write until my imagination screeches to a dramatic halt. … and then after each precious wound has healed, I’ll do it all again.
This Summer I will wake up and start every day with a smile.
This Summer, when the bonfire burns bright, I will ask the difficult questions- and answer them honestly.
This Summer I will jump on the bed with my siblings. All of us monkeys will laugh and grin and see who can touch the ceiling. We will see how long we can last until Mom says “no more monkeys jumping on the bed!”
This Summer I will run into the water. The chilling waves will cover me so sweetly. A greeting that has been long awaited.
This Summer I will take a picture every day. I will capture the weird things that nobody else notices or cares about.
This Summer I will take the risk and be unordinary. I will become one with my convictions and step into the role that I know I must assume.
This Summer I will eat something weird. Maybe cow intestine???
This Summer I will be extraordinarily kind and joyful, regardless of the curmudgeons who cross my path.
This Summer I will be the first on the dance floor and not stop dancing until I pull everyone out of their chairs to cast out inhibitions and let loose!
This Summer I will rock out. (my neck should be especially sore after headbanging so enthusiastically. my chiropractor will not be pleased).
This Summer I am going to stand on a hill, gaze over the highest treetops and let my eyes see the world.
This Summer I will cry… I’m not sure why, but it will happen.
This Summer I will not fear to love wholeheartedly and endlessly. I will act with compassion in every situation, toward every person. I will push myself aside so that True Love, no matter how radical and unearthly, may flourish and present itself anew to a hurting soul.
This Summer I will live.