I have a summer break hangover.You know that feeling when you are hungover after a fun night out? You’re in a world of hurt, but the sweet memories make it all worthwhile. That’s how I’m feeling today: exhausted and overwhelmed in the wake of having my kids come home to roost this summer.
Today I’m feeling beachy. The brutal heat here is too much- take me too the water! I want to feel the sand in my toes, hear seagulls squawking, and smell the ocean. I’m dreaming of floating in the ocean, savoring fresh ceviche by the beach, practicing yoga, basking in the sun and doing nothing. I want feel that special blend of exhaustion and satisfaction that comes from a full day spent outdoors. I’m longing to relax, recalibrate, and escape.
Sameness. Comfort. Meaning. Commitment. These are the cornerstones of rituals, the sacred rites we practice throughout our lives. Ebbing and flowing with time, rituals catalog our memories and breathe meaning into our life stories. It is hard to reach midlife without riding a sea of changes: in our relationships (divorce, loss, children launching), our careers, and our physical bodies. When you feel like you’re drowning, rituals are buoys to hold onto and regain balance.