Today is the first day of summer, the mark of a new season (although with Colorado's weather as fickle as a teenage girl's moods, we never know what season it is here). The first day of summer reminds me that the year is nearly half over.
What have I done during these last six months? The sad answer is, "Not much." Have I accomplished anything? Have I lost the weight I wanted to lose? No. Have I written a New York Times bestseller? No. Have I kept up an exercise routine? Sort of.
In reviewing my list of non-accomplishments, I realized I should have been asking myself different questions. Have I made a (positive) difference in someone's life? Have I helped someone in need? Have I given of myself, not in money, but in terms of time and energy?
Those questions are less easily answered. And I find myself shamed that I can't give a definitive response to them. The best I can say is that I try. The good news is that I can keep trying, that I can have a do-over for at least some of the times when I didn't give my best.
So, for today, I am grateful for the first day of sumer ... and for do-overs.