It’s finally starting to feel like summer. Well, that’s depending on the day if you live in Michigan, but I will say it feels nice to finally shed my coat, and in my case, more than a couple of inches off my hair this past Friday. And although the season change isn’t official until June 21st, Memorial Day marks the start of vacation season for most of us.
Or so we hope.
In my case, I am coming up on my ten-year anniversary as an author in less than 2 months. Not only that, but July just so happens to be the same month I plan to launch my second independent project, “Paradise & Promises: An End to the Fast Life,” so you know that deadline is something serious. The pressure is mounting. I can feel it. And it is so exciting and terrifying all at once.
In the meantime, promo is picking up and more modeling opportunities seem to be rolling in, which I am always grateful for. And even though I’ve always felt a need to deliver, this past weekend made me realize I’ve been so busy fighting this burnt out feeling lately, I haven’t put in much effort into fixing it. Even as I type this I have emails to answer and calls to make. I can tell you now my sleep schedule has been shit and I have the bags to prove it. Every time I looked at my manuscript, my creativity would stall out after just a few words. Despite all the ideas swirling in my head on a daily basis, I hadn’t touched my blog in at least a month. With everything I have to do this summer, I realized I had to check my inner workaholic if I had any chance of enjoying my holiday away from my computer. Because as crazy as it sounds; in order for me to keep being productive, I needed to take a break.
And I am so glad that I did.
For me, there is just something so nostalgic about summer carnivals so any chance I get I have to go. Growing up poor in Reading, Pennsylvania meant that it was probably one of the most exciting things I’d do all summer. If you know anything about my hometown then it’s easy to understand why I felt that way and if you grew up in a single-parent home then it wouldn’t be hard to understand why that was. Even to this day, my summer almost doesn’t feel complete without at least one visit.
There is just something about the smell of French fries and funnel cakes floating through the air that makes me lick my lips just writing this. Isn’t it funny how you’re surrounded by screams and laughter, yet you tend to tune out because you’re too busy doing the same thing? Back then I was lucky if I won a goldfish, and even luckier if it lived a week, so it’s probably best that all I won this time around was a stuffed emoji face (lol).
When I was little, I was so hyped up on sugar I didn’t realize how high the Ferris wheel was, but I do now (P.S. I don’t do heights y’all). And yes, getting my face painted is still mandatory. I don’t care if I am 28.