As a child I remember summer being a time when waking up in the morning began with the overwhelming excitement of “Yes, I have 2 ½ months of freedom. This will be the best summer ever”. My mother made sure that my days were filled with activities such as camp, the zoo, the amusement park and just about everything else that would keep me and my friends out of the house. Summer was fun in our home, really fun. The only issue with being so busy was that my 2 ½ months of freedom quickly became only five days, and the excitement of getting out of bed now required effort.
As adults engulfed in our hectic lives we should still be waking up every morning with the excitement we had as children on the first day of summer break. If for any reason we find our selves yearning for the weekend on a Monday morning, maybe it’s time to think about where we are and what we need to be doing to bring back the Summers of long ago.