Goals. noun. The object of a person’s ambition or effort; an aim or desired result.
I have never been so desperate for summer. It has always been my favorite season, but I am in dire need of rest and release right now. My plans for next Tuesday, when I am finally done with all school responsibilities, are not ambitious. They look like binge-reading and not setting an alarm. But I know that sweet summer will pass oh so quickly, and I am determined to make the most of it, in terms of both rest and adventure. Hence, the return of the goals.
Behold, my summer bucket list:
Visit the Weisman Art Museum.
Attend an outdoor yoga class, because it was one of my favorite discoveries last year.
Relive my childhood and watch Finding Dory in theaters.
I have never been camping (beyond a tent in the backyard) before. My sister and I are going to change that and go camping somewhere beautiful.
I tried (and failed) last year, but I want to make another valiant attempt to slalom.
Go to a concert or movie in a park.
Read a collection of poems. I’m deciding between Mary Oliver’s New and Selected Poems and Wendell Barry’s This Day: Collected and New Sabbath Poems, but I’m open to other suggestions!
Eat at Betty Danger’s, because they have a ferris wheel and that’s cool.
Find a summer TV show. Rules: it must be something I haven’t watched before and be worthy of binge-watching. Current options: Parenthood? Friday Night Lights? North & South? Something a brilliant reader will suggest?
I want to keep learning this summer and watch an interesting documentary.
Go kayaking or paddleboarding with the ladies from my small group.
Read a lot. Especially outside. Topping the list is Orthodoxy by G.K. Chesterton (which I joined a book group to discuss), The Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens, Cinder by Marissa Meyer, and Night Driving by Addie Zierman.
Make a new summer recipe. Hit me with your best recommendations.
Anything I’ve missed? What are your goals for the summer?