Two months of summer gone in a flash. I blinked and my To Do List still lives.

No deadlines.

Well none until the last week that is. So I still have a couple things hanging out to do. I had intended to spread them out through the weeks. I had intended to go the SeaWorld often. I had intended to go the Busch Gardens. I had intended to have a lush garden. I had intended…

What is it about intentions that hurt so much?

Unfulfilled plans and wishes leave a hunger, a starving dream that gnaws at the stomach, and ulcer than can only be cured by conversion from intention to action, by the food of completion.

Oh, there have been valid reasons for not meeting my summer goals (a severely sprained ankle for the most part), but that does not abate the worm of intention from boring into my brain. Even worse are the worms of neglect that drill holes in my relationships with others.

How do I rectify my drags? How do I rise above the abyss that hovers over the sea of despair that drowns my self-esteem, my worthiness?

I must soar to another land – the land of renewal. To meet the intention renewed. It’s never too late to change a miss to a hit. It’s never too late to redirect a fail to a success. It may be that I missed the timing, but I choose whether to miss the event or the opportunity to recreate one.

Has your summer met your expectations? It’s not too late to make it the best one yet.