Fall is definitely here. As summer activities begin to wind down, the trees are changing colors and leaves are falling to the ground. The apartment complex held a pool party this weekend, signaling the seasonal closure of the swimming pool and giving everyone their last chance for a pool splash. There were lots of games and freebies like ten-minute massages, on-site caricature and airbrush tattoo artists, and food/drinks etc. Music was in full blast and apartment residents came out to party. Mom was a bit hesitant to mingle, but I was able to convince her we'll just walk around to see what's going on. We managed to get a caricature of ourselves (photo), pink and purple balloons, two bags of cheese popcorns, magnets for the fridge, and we both got our ten-minute massages. I was thinking of getting an airbrushed tattoo but decided not to. I laughed at myself because the line was loaded with kids taller than I am. I can't believe how tall kids are these days. I was just thinking I must have missed something while growing up. I almost didn't make 5 feet. The pool party was so much fun that Mom and I sat on a picnic bench, watched people, and ate our popcorns. It was a great way to give summer 2008 a closure.
Every time the season changes, I can't help but assess how I did during the summer. Of course, memories, both good and bad, from the past would start trickling in making me emotional and teary eyed. I'd question myself a lot. Was my summer productive? Did I accomplish anything on my summer list? Was I too busy to be happy? Am I ready to move on? The party attendees started to dispurse at about 6 PM, so Mom and I went home and sat on the balcony relaxing to the humid breeze of summer. I was contemplating about my list of goals for the fall...but I stopped as Mom said she wanted to walk to the grocery store. It was at least a 30 minute walk.
It was 8 PM when we got home. I went back to the balcony to watch the sunset, but I saw that the moon was already up. I realized that soon, days will be shorter and the nights longer. I sighed at the thought that seasons come and go, and that the status quo will "unavoidably" change. I "really" should learn to be much more flexible. I fought, kicking and screaming, the changes that have happened in my life. I was the stubborn one who wanted "good" things to last - forever. How do you learn to be flexible? How do you stop believing in "ever afters"?