I feel wistful most Sundays. Even more so this last Sunday of Summer 2014. The end of summer. Isn't that what we get wistful over the most? The end of something, missing something etc. I'm smiling though!
I remember one summer a zillion years ago right after I graduated high school. I was barely 17 for a month when I graduated and on that last day of school the summer seemed to stretch out ahead of me endlessly. Full of the promise of laughter and fun and the beach and surfing, bonfires and parties and nothing, absolutely nothing, to worry about. The next morning I ambled down the hallway toward the breakfast nook when I overheard my parents arguing quietly about me. My mom insisted that I get a job and work for the summer. My dad was adamantly against it. There was just no talking him into it. Back and forth they volleyed, but he simply wasn't budging. He held on to the belief that I needed one last carefree summer before I embraced adulthood. College and their move from Los Angeles were just around the corner in October. Plenty of time to face reality. And, so it was. Carefree, idyllic, first love, sun kissed days, and lots of silly laughter with friends. I think that final day of summer, right before college started and escrow opened on the house in which I grew up, was wistfulness personified. I always think of that day when I feel that nostalgic melancholy.
Anyway, a great weekend was had. I worked out hard in the gym, ate well but on point mostly, watched a silly movie with a dear friend and am now planning my attack for the week ahead. I looked up some article on how to train to do chinups (for women) and am bound and determined to get to 5 reps by year's end. I'm doing negatives and isometric stuff and have decreased reps on upper back, chest and shoulders into the 6 rep range to build strength. Fingers crossed. Primal chili is slowly cooking on the stove (smells delish!) and I need to figure out what's next.
Spoke multiple times to Frenchy over the weekend but am still taking it slowly. His life and job and dreams seem to be leading him back to Los Angeles so we shall see what we shall see. I'm thrilled that we've worked through so much, which feels good and I'm just going to focus on what I want in my life and go for it. In all arenas. I've always been one to jump head first into any and all challenges without fear so will do this once again. I just need to write myself a little road map, or throw down bread crumbs or something.
Onward and upward and all that.