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Summer Hygge

 This past spring I managed to go to the beach for one weekend.  


It was a good time with an old and dear friend.  I read, got sun, had drinks and indulged myself enough to come home and be happy with the non-coastal life. 

I didn't take any more trips for the remainder of the summer, deciding instead to stay at home and work on my hygge.  Some people think you can only truly appreciate hygge in a cold climate like that of Scandinavia.  I say pfffftt.......you can create hygge anywhere with moonlight, a candle and a cool summer blankie.


I read A LOT.  Cooked very little.  Napped a lot.  Watched movies and streamed shows.  Listened to music, podcasts and audiobooks.  Watched documentaries.  Learned more things.  Went to a campaign meeting.  Got in touch with long-lost friends from school.




I worked on home projects, stained my back deck, framed art and further cottaged my cottage!  Displayed vintage pictures of my fam, installed cute lightswitch plates and bought myself a new Drew Barrymore toaster!





I spent time with my kiddo.  Treated us to things we wanted and enjoyed.  Napped some more.  Apologized to him for people who had come and gone in our lives.  He forgave me with cuddles and giggles. 





Watched The Olympics.  Saw some indoor shows and outdoor concerts and even a baseball game!  Made some new friends.  Had pool time, girl time, dates, brunch and walks around different cities. 





I rested.  Relaxed.  Was gentle with myself.  Colored with markers. Wrote in my journal. Watched the blooms pop and then fade.  Listened to the owl outside my bedroom. Sat on my blue back deck.  Petted new dogs.  And felt a calmness I had been needing.





And while summer may feel like it's ending for those of you with kids in school, it's far from over for us empty-nesters.  I think I'm gonna continue riding this hygge train on through October.  Or maybe even further.......
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