It’s the end of August as I write this.

When I was a kiddo, this was the week before going back to school.

Summer was coming to a close. But not quite yet…

I remember the mix of feelings: The excitement and anticipation of a new school year – new people, new books, new lessons and projects. The dread of the discomfort of new shoes and clothes that weren’t worn in enough to be comfy yet. The sadness for the end of a summer of freedom and playing and bike rides and chores and long, long days.

But mostly I remember the texture of that very last week: the sweetness of the evening, the preciousness of the last bits of open time, the hints that the seasons were about to change, and my desire to stretch that time for as long as I could and to be aware of every moment while it lasted.

I know that the world is not as simple as it was when I was a child. These times are not easy and free. We are not as innocent – I am not as innocent.

But I can still remember that spacious, peaceful end of summer feeling.

I could choose to use the memories to compare and contrast, to focus what is different and wrong with today, what’s missing, see only the negative.

I choose to use the memories differently. I choose to remember the young girl who lives inside me still. I remember her ability to savor, even while she prepared. I remember that she wanted to be good, and she was good.

I want to make a difference in this world, a difference for good. I need the help of that young girl, so I choose to tap into the memory and the feelings as a place of rest and respite. I use the memory to remember and gather my true self. I remember the quality of time, of THAT time, and I know that I want to bring the peace of that time forward into the turbulence of today.

Because, yeah, we really, really need to go to school!

In the meantime, remember these things: You are loved. We are all loved. Let’s all be kind. And in all things – progress, not perfection!

Love and light,

Maggie

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p.s. the color of that point in time seems to me to be rose gold, so I’m going to visit rose gold next time.

Look, we need leaders and we need miracles. We need you. If you’re interested in using Miracle-Minded Color Thinking to develop your own leadership, let’s talk. I invite you to schedule a call if you’d like to chat about it.  Or email me: maggie@maggiehuffman.com

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