Summer is by far my favorite season of the year. I absolutely love hot weather and can’t wait until I can wear shorts and tank tops and bask in the sun. I love that it gets light nice and early in the morning, encouraging me to actually get out of bed at a decent hour. My outside morning runs are perfect—no rain and not too cold. All of my vegetables are growing like crazy in the garden and each night we get to gobble them up for dinner. It’s great to be able to go down to the lake for a nice swim or a crazy day of wakeboarding.

This morning I was awoken by Dusty (my cat) crawling onto my stomach and purring in my face. I drug myself out of bed, filled up his food dish and got dressed for my run. 30 minutes later I returned drenched in sweat and panting like crazy. I quickly jumped in the shower, got dressed and put my makeup on. I made myself a much needed cup of coffee and a delicious bowl of oatmeal. I sat down at the dining room table, checked my email and spent some time reading my Bible. Now it’s time to get started on laundry and some house cleaning to prepare for our houseguests this weekend.

When I was young, I used to have a lot of dreams, no matter how unrealistic they were, I still had them.  I wanted to be an astronaut, a scientist, a writer, an entrepreneur, an explorer, an adventurer, and a police officer.  Even after turning eighteen, I found myself saying, “When I grow up,” not realizing that I was already an adult.  My dreams haven’t died.  I still want to be a scientist even though I’m a writer which I’m very happy about.  In my heart, I know that most of all, I still want to be an explorer and an adventurer.  That’s what I want to spend my life doing, looking for adventure and exploring the world.  At least being a writer makes these two dreams more realistic.