On the Songs of Summer (44)

I’ve been in my car a lot this summer, especially at around 7:00am and 2:00pm.  Weirdly enough, the radio station that I listen to tends to play a lot of the same songs at those times, so I’ve become accustomed to a slew of summer hits that I likely wouldn’t have listened to otherwise.  They’ve accompanied many commutes and kept me dancing while exhausted from work or just life in general.  They’re now the songs of my summer, the kind that you hope to hear on the radio in ten or twenty years with your family and then sing along to with utter joy.

1. Stay with Me, by Sam Smith

2. Rude, by Magic!

3. Chandelier, by Sia (the Maddie version because, ya know, gotta rep Pittsburgh)

4. All of Me, by John Legend

5. Am I Wrong, by Nico & Vinz

6. Love Runs Out, by OneRepublic

7. Bastille, by Pompeii 

I just realized that I know almost every word to every one of these songs. Yikes.

Until tomorrow,



On Summertime Expectations (43)

Ahh, August.  Though I try to see the main part of the month as still summer, it’s hard to ignore the back-to-school thoughts that start creeping into my mind.

This has been an unusual summer.  On one hand, it has been amazing — I love being home with my family, I really enjoyed my summer camp job, and overall things are going well.  On the other hand, it’s a little bit hard for me to reconcile the summer anticipation with what has actually gone down this summer.  My perspective has changed in regard to a few key things in my life, namely one or two of my ‘hometown’ friendships.

It’s no mystery that keeping in touch during the school year is really difficult, and it’s true that my friends spread across the entire United States when we moved to college.  With time, friendships naturally grow and evolve, but it’s always hard when they start to grow in opposite directions.  I’m thankful that the distance has united most of my friendships, re-instilling our appreciation for each other when we actually have the chance to hang out, talk on the phone, etc.  That’s certainly the case with many of my college friendships, too — living farther than down the road or across campus makes me realize how much I love having those friends close by at school.

On occasion, though, a friendship becomes weakened by the distance.  It’s not necessarily the weakening that saddens me the most (as, of course, that’s natural, too), it’s more so the new perspective that I’m forced to take on the friendship.  Instead of thinking about how much I look forward to seeing the friend when we get back to our hometown, it’s no longer a priority.  And to me, that’s really sad.

I’m firm in my belief that these things can change over time.  Just because one friendship might not be clicking as well in this moment doesn’t mean that it won’t be back on track in a few months, but sometimes it’s hard to realize that in the moment, especially when summer is winding down.

I always have such high hopes for the summer months, and I’m happy that so many of those hopes have been fulfilled.  However, I’m left with a nagging feeling, one that I hope to resolve sooner rather than later.

Anyone else feel this way right now, too?  Let me know in the comments below!

Until tomorrow,


On Saying Yes (42)

Okay, this will be my last camp post for a while, but in honor of tomorrow being the last day of work, here are my final camp-related thoughts – for now, at least.

There are a lot of reasons why being a camp counselor has been an incredibly meaningful experience for me, but I keep coming back to one thought: I almost turned down the job.

While wading through a chilly – an understatement – Spring semester, I was able to find a few cool job opportunities that piqued my interest.  The camp counselor opportunity originally appealed to me for the storytelling instructor component, as well as the familiar commute.  I was daunted by a few things, mainly sitting back down in a place I’ve never felt comfortable, the lunchroom.  I was afraid the kids wouldn’t understand my allergies, would throw food, etc., all of which are definitely valid reasons for me to avoid the lunchtime rush.

After six weeks of scraped knees, mini temper tantrums, ice cream-related meltdowns, fights over bubbles and soccer balls, wildflower bouquets, unexpected hugs, and many new four-year-old friends, the experience was like nothing I could have ever expected — it was so much better.

Until tomorrow,


Ps. And about my lunchroom worries…it turns out the kids were a lot more understanding and considerate than most adults I meet, which confirms my belief that kids are pretty darn awesome.

On in Sickness and in Health (41)

Sorry for the long writing break, friends.  I’ve been sick for days, but thankfully I’ve been feeling a lot better today and was able to go back to work.

Here’s the thing about being sick: it sucks.

There’s no way around it.

Every time I get sick, I have a moment where I think to myself: “pretty sure I hate getting sick more than most people.”

But that probably isn’t the case.  No one wants to get sick; it’s just part of life.

As I’ve mentioned before, I really try to appreciate every day.  Being sick definitely ups that appreciation, reminding me to enjoy any and every moment when I’m feeling well.  Sitting in traffic?  At least I’m healthy!  Exhausted after work?  Better than not being able to attend work in the first place!  Etc.

Being sick also reminds me that I’m living in the moment and fully taking advantage of the summer.  I’ve challenged myself to try new things, work in a new environment, and explore careers I never thought I’d enjoy, and sometimes going out and exploring the world also comes with challenging my immune system.

This is my last week of work as a camp counselor, and it has been a truly amazing experience – more on that soon.

Until tomorrow,


On Yearly Check-ups (40)

Like many people, I have a slew of yearly appointments to attend when the middle of the summer rolls around.  Though most are somewhat nerve-wracking (at least the anticipation), they’re actually great reminders of what has happened over the course of one year.

Last year, I went to my appointments after a very difficult school year.  The summer became a time for recovery, both physically and emotionally, but it ended up being one of the best summers I’ve ever had.  This summer has been a lot different, especially in the sense that I had a lot less recovering to do after the school year, which I’m quite thankful about.

Both for good and for not-so-good, it’s amazing to see the changes that have happened over the course of one year.  Though not always fun, yearly appointments – eye doctor check-ups, pediatrician visits, etc. – can shed a lot of light on the year behind and ahead.

Until tomorrow,


On a Write-cation (38)

Ahh, it’s good to be back.

Thanks to many, many essays for various college classes, I know when I’m about to hit the writing wall, so to speak.  I felt myself getting into too much of a routine, where writing became slightly obligatory, rather than fun.  Now that I’ve taken two days off, I feel much better — sometimes it only takes a short break to get back on track.

So, here’s a quick update about the last two days:

I realized on Friday that I actually look forward to attending work everyday, a surprising discovery that has really asked me to reconsider what I’m looking for in a career.

Yesterday, I went to the I Made It Market, which had an awesome array of handcrafted items, all quaintly set up in beautifully decorated booths.  I cherish these random summer events, especially because I can’t find anything quite like them at school.

Thanks for sticking with Daisy & Spruce through the write-cation!

Until tomorrow,