When
I was a child, I longed for the endless summer that held the promise of water
fights, sleeping under the stars, and picnics on the lawn. I don’t remember there being as much rain as
we get nowadays, or maybe I’ve repressed that memory over the years.
I was lucky enough to get away from it all and bask in the Mediterranean sun. Italy is one of my favourite destinations, full of history, incredible food and sexy Italian men (I said I was depressed, not blind!). It was also a family holiday, which meant I was surrounded by the people I love the most.
I’m
happy to say that my three children also enjoy the outdoorsy summer activities,
and don’t spend six weeks attached to the various electrical gizmos that we
have dotted around the house.
The
school holidays always felt like an epic adventure, waiting to happen. Maybe that’s the writer in me, or maybe the innocence
of a child’s mind. Whatever it was, I’ve
tried for many years to recreate it, without any luck.
It
appears that with the arrival of a mortgage, bills, job and children of my own,
any childlike glee over the summer holidays
packed its bags and went away. Until
now.
I’ve
struggled recently with a health issue, one that I’m sick of talking about, so
I’m not going to bore you with the details.
Suffice to say, my mind has been elsewhere for quite a few months. However, I have found myself with a huge
amount of ‘thinking time’. Now, this can
be a good thing, especially if you are so busy that any time to stop and hear
your thoughts is a welcome treat.
On
the other hand, it can be conducive to a depressive state. As I have
battled with the dark clouds that hang ominously above my head (and I’m
not talking about the UK weather here!), it was a single trip to Italy that helped
me to turn my negative thought pattern around.
It
is well documented that the sunshine and
sea air is good for our soul. At some
stage during the last year, I had forgotten that the sunshine and sea air is
also good for the body and mind.
It
is so important for our well-being that
we recharge our body, mind and soul. We
exist in a kind of loop; our thoughts create our actions, which influence our
mood, and can either manifest happiness and abundance
or depression and negativity. It’s our
choice.
I was lucky enough to get away from it all and bask in the Mediterranean sun. Italy is one of my favourite destinations, full of history, incredible food and sexy Italian men (I said I was depressed, not blind!). It was also a family holiday, which meant I was surrounded by the people I love the most.
That’s
when I realised what the endless summer was all
about. Making memories, laughing
and letting go of the past and preparing for the future. It didn’t matter if it rained, or if I was on
an Italian beach, or in my back garden.
That time spent with loved ones
was enough to renew the spark of happiness that I thought had vanished from my
life.
We
only have a few weeks left of the school holidays here in the UK, but I have
this jittery, excited feeling in my chest.
Like I’m about to embark on an epic adventure. So, instead of focusing on feeling low, I’m going to pack a picnic, fill up the
paddling pool and dance in the rain.
I hope you all
enjoy the remaining weeks of summer. What
do you do to recharge your batteries, or boost yourself if you feel low? I’d love to hear from you.
Child Image courtesy of nenetus at FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Lake Garda Image is one of my holiday snaps!
There's really nothing like the sea air for blowing away the cobwebs in my head. Unfortunately I live smack in the middle of Britain, as far from the coast as it's possible to be.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, I have the same issue, Julia. The nearest beach is a two hour drive, however, I'm only half an hour from Stratford-upon-Avon and it always feels like I'm on holiday when I go there. ;-)
DeleteI'm forever trying to recreate my childhood through my own children. By the end of each summer, I feel too many days were lost being boring. However, I've come to realize that no summers were wasted because now that my children are young adults, (except the 4 year old - and we need to stop calling her that or it will stick ��) we very often reminisce about their childhood. "Oh remember the summer when we spent a whole week camping in the rain...... And we looked like hippies in uncle Terry's 'Father Ted' caravan". They fondly remember even simplest things.Yes Shelley it's all about making the memories. Sometimes we're making fabulous memories without even realising it. Glad you had a fab holiday. I also love Italy! X
ReplyDeleteYou are absolutely right, Gloria. My three kids remember things I would never have thought were important, but they have fond memories of certain places, events and conversations. x
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