An epic summer revisited and shameless analogy

Life isn’t like a box of chocolates, it’s a shallow inlet of muddy water. It’s teeming with life and chaos and beauty and hunger. It’s the thing that soaks through our boots and tugs at our ankles with a force that ripples past the shore and down the creek into roaring white water rapids and the mighty ocean beyond. It’s the rain drop and the storm. It’s the bone dry desert dust land that thirsts for a drink and the surge of the flood on the edge of the brink. You just never know what you’re gonna get.

I set out in June, and the beginning of this blog, to have an epic summer with my kids. On this last day of summer, I can say unequivocally that I have both succeeded and failed in this endeavor. It’s been great and I’m proud to say that we have worked tirelessly to do both the things that we must and the things that we want. Yet I am left wanting. And from this I gain wisdom.

To aspire to an epic summer is to to desire but a delicious first bite. To put parameters upon a period of life when one will actually pursue greatness is to deny the great opportunities that may come outside of said parameters. My hunger will not be satisfied. I’m going to eat this whole box of chocolates and then find another.

What I mean by this is that it’s difficult to not be sad about the changing of the seasons when we hold one season in particularly high regard. What I’m realizing now is that we do this for completely arbitrary reasons and I refuse to be dictated to by another man’s narrative.

Forget having an epic summer. I want to have an epic life.

And so I welcome the changing of the seasons with open arms. Give me rain, give me shine, give me pain just give me time. I’m here for the whole meal, not a race to dessert.

So here’s to an epic fall, an epic winter, and an epic spring before the next epic summer. I wish the same for all of you. Here’s to just appreciating this marvelous opportunity that is gifted to us every day. Here’s to this box of chocolates, and the next.