Labor Day weekend is the unofficial last weekend of the summer. While summer actually ends on September 22nd, this weekend it is definitely the beginning of the end of summer fun. With college students already back to school, and everyone else soon to follow, everywhere you go seems much less like summer in spite of the still tepid temperatures. Many people use Labor Day weekend as a time to barbecue and spend time with family, I on the other hand like to just sit back, relax, and reflect on the summer fun that has come and gone. I know I have stated before that I don’t like extreme temperatures, hot or cold, so I really enjoy the transitional periods between New York’s most extreme seasons. As the city transforms from a tropical play land into a more mellow fall gallery, I love to remember the adventures of the summer past. This summer was quite eventful and definitely enjoyable, but somehow it always seems like it was not long enough. When I look back on the activities of summer, I realize that while they all lasted a perfect amount of time, the memory can never truly recreate the enjoyment of each moment. Memories are always great, but it is most important to make sure that each moment is given an adequate amount of time to be cherished. Summer is just about gone, hopefully everyone had an enjoyable time, and took the time to actually enjoy it since, much like summer, moments come and go, but the memory is never the same as enjoying a moment in the present.
Today, as I was tossing around a baseball with my younger brother, we decided to take a break to enjoy the park. After a while of sitting and enjoying the serenity my brother told me he doesn’t exactly understand how people have one place of relaxation. I am one of these people who has a hard time relaxing so, I fully agreed with his query, but sitting on that grass and just resting made me realize that that park is my “place of relaxation.” I actually had nothing to think about or worry about other that catching the ball when it was thrown my way, it was quite peaceful. I understand what he meant by one place of relaxation, because for me, a place of relaxation is conditional. The same park we sat in this afternoon, could be filled with barbecues and loud birthday parties in a week’s time, so for places of relaxation it must fit what is needed at a specific moment. Some people love to fly fish in a quiet stream, and others may enjoy a loud concert, but both individuals have their place of rest, and that is the key to relaxation. I know that I won’t be able to always have a peaceful park to sit in and listen to birds chirping, but I now know that any time I can find this place, I have found relaxation.
Isn’t it strange how you could be physically sick, but your brain just won’t allow you to rest? I am dealing with that currently, I have a little cold that should keep me home, but I am just unable to deny myself the joys of Saturday. Getting sick on a weekend is a terrible tragedy, when all you want to do is relax, you have to deal with the fact that you are basically not allowed to. When you go against your body’s wishes and go out anyway, you are denied the joys that come with the weekend. I have been trying to take it easy today as I plan to go out and eat with friends, I know I should probably stay home, but I know I will just restlessly toss and turn in bed. I might as well start loading up on cold medicine and prepare to drink a lot of tea, since I refuse to let a cold take my Saturday away. I like to think, if professional athletes can play games with the flu and broken bones, I should be capable of sitting through a dinner with an “advanced case of the sniffles.” I just hope I don’t get anyone sick today, and that everyone has an enjoyable Saturday.