Summertime is coming to an end, really really soon. It’s hard to believe that it’s almost over, I really feel like it sped by. Especially since I’ve been done with exams. This thought, well, reality actually, scares me a little. Okay, it scares me a lot. First of all, the days are already getting much shorter. True, shabbat is still ridiculously long (especially for those who bring it in early) and it will be months until the sky is dark by around four thirty in the afternoon, but there is still something different in the air- something that feels increasingly like September.
Another reason I fear this period of the year is because everything seems to be in such a rush. The mothers taking their kids shopping for school supplies; teenagers shopping, hanging out as much as possible before school begins. Everyone is in a hurry, suddenly realizing that it is almost over, trying to cram everything in.
The end of summertime also means the return or beginning of the big R- responsibility.Over the course of the summer, I have gotten used to being, well, lazy. Sure, I had a job to get to, hours to fulfill, but the job was part time and the hours were mine to make. I could get up late, lounge around all day in my pajamas, read books, catch up on missed episodes- the time was mine and I could do what I wanted to with it. Don’t be mistaken, I did plenty of productive things in my time, but the point is that my time belonged to ME.
And now, school begins again. My time isn’t mine anymore, I have to share it with others. Maybe I’m being selfish. Maybe not.
