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These days, I find myself always looking into the future. I keep looking forward to the weekend, waiting for some peace and quiet and yet something always comes up. Every weekend, I think, “This is the weekend I’ll finally get to hit up the gun range/go camping/drive to the beach” and every weekend, I end up busy with something I don’t want to do.
In elementary, middle and high school, summer was a break from school, yet I worked all the time so it really wasn’t a break. Those that have worked in the golf business know, having a schedule where you work when everyone else is heading to the shore, the lake or partying is not ideal at all. In college, I got double fucked: being away from college as well as continuing to work every Fourth of July. I hadn’t enjoyed a Fourth of July from age 14-24.
The weird thing about summer is that it’s gone before it gets here. After winter, the spring months are spent fixing all the bullshit that winter brought. There’s all sorts of holidays, family get-togethers and things of that nature, along with weeks of rain and moderate chances of snow, so it’s hard to really get anything accomplished. By the time the nice weather rolls around, you’re balls deep in yardwork, rec sports, trying to catch a decent concert or getting railroaded by life. Throw some weddings in the mix coupled with visits home if you live away from your parents and you have a recipe for never having any downtime.
There’s something mystic about summer: the long days, tall shadows and gorgeous sunsets. Sure, I don’t love the humidity, mosquitoes or lack of any good sports (sorry, baseball). Going for a hike through the mountains and enjoying wildflowers, working up a sweat to earn your post hike shower beer or being able to sit around a campfire and grill are some of my fondest memories. To me, summer should be a time to relax. It’s not called “the dog days of summer” for no reason. You figure, it’s really only nice outside from May to September in my neck of the woods so why not get together and feel alright? By the time you realize its summer you’re at the second half of July.
As of this article, we’re 38 days from college football season, meaning by that time, summer is over. Sure I want college football season; it’s my favorite time of the year, but I haven’t knocked out any of the things I’ve wanted to do yet, like visit Antietam, build my fire pit or go to the beach. For me, summer really isn’t summer unless you get to the beach. Something about the smell of the salty ocean, suntan lotion, sand between your feet, and the smell of charcoal grilling gets me in the mood to enjoy life.
Not only is it great beach time but I look forward to a porch beer and a grill session with friends. Everyone drinks too much and talks too loud – these are the kind of things I live for. When it gets cold out and I’m shoveling a foot of snow off my car, I remember the warm days when the trees weren’t bare of leaves and everything was vibrant and green. I’m sure seasonal depression is made up but it doesn’t make the cold, shitty weather any better. If it wasn’t for hockey and college basketball, I wish I could hibernate through winter.
Up until postgrad life, I never really got to enjoy summers. In fact, I wished them to be over as fast as possible. I’ve missed out on a ton of parties, vacations and experiences due to working. In college I wanted it to be over so I could return to school. As someone that can finally sit back and take in summer, I’ve found it to be a much overlooked part of life. .