About this time every year, I write a post about how I am bad at Summer (2009, 2010, 2011). I have this kind of silly notion that Summer should be special and different and magical. I wrote a novel one Summer, so now I think I should do that every Summer. Plus I should travel a lot. And read everything. Maybe adopt a unicorn or something.
I have high expectations. Then I get bogged down by that full time job I have, and I seem to waste my evenings, and I don’t read as much as expected, and I remember that the Summer I wrote that novel was the only time I have been unemployed in the last 11 years.
But but but, I don’t care. I am going to hold onto my high expectations. I’m going to keep believing that Summer should be special and different and magical. I am going to try to create that for myself. And if I fail again, then I do, but I think I’d rather be the person with high expectations who is disappointed than the person with no expectations who doesn’t care.
Now, who do I see about a unicorn?
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I’d love to search for the summer unicorn with you.
I’d check with local rescue groups about the unicorn.
I like how you capitalize Summer and I completely understand what you mean. I think for me it culminates around my birthday in early July with this escalating feeling of “MUST HAVE THE BEST SUMMER EVER.” It’s a lot of pressure!
As a pony connoisseur, I highly recommend the unicorn Twilight Sparkle. She lives in a library, she is two shades of purple, has a dragon for an assistant, and she has “Sparkle” in her name. How could you not like her?
Beste (dear) Ashley,
altstublieft (please) keep hold of your high expectations otherwise i think you’ll loose your identity.
I’m sure Theseus has a spare unicorn if you are (really) interested?
met vriendelijk groeten
Jeff
we found unicorns in Costa Rica – http://superduperfantastic.com/wordless-wednesday-unicorns-in-costa-rica/13558/
;)