The last day of May always feels like a turning point, the unofficial start of summer, but this year it hits different. I’ve been counting down to this stretch of time for what feels like forever. After months of long days, late nights, and both of us running on fumes, hubby and I are finally stepping out of the grind and into something brighter. Vacation is officially on the horizon—almost two weeks in Europe. But first, a little detour: 48 hours in Vegas to see No Doubt at the Sphere. It struck me recently that I haven’t taken a weekday off for a real vacation since October 1st. Not a single one. Never again will we skip a winter getaway. Lesson learned. Between my 10–12 hour workdays and my husband being out of town for months, we’ve been in survival mode far too long. Now it’s time to slow down. To breathe. To look up and remember there’s a whole world out there waiting to be experienced.
Here’s to beauty, rest, adventure—and the start of something good.
As I mentioned in last month’s far-too-short post, I’m completely hooked on The Unselected Journals of Emma M. Lion by Beth Brower. I devoured eight books in just two and a half months. I want to be Emma (my favorite name of all time, by the way) – she’s deep, empathetic, defiant, curious, beguiling, and mischievous. I won’t give too much away because I’m selfish and believe it’s best experienced without bias, but I will share three things: the “alchemy” of the core four – Emma, Young Hawkes, St. Crispian’s poet vicar, Niall Pierce, the brooding American photographer/tenant, and the Duke of Islington – is pure magic; “Emma, I despair of you” is my favorite Lady Eugenia Spencer quote; and the handling of the sweet pea arc is sheer genius. I already miss them all and am anxiously awaiting volume nine.
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