Geronimo

Well, summer is officially over. 

I start up Fall semester (super psyched for that, by the way) tomorrow morning.

But instead of mourning the loss of long hot days, I'm super excited for what's in store for me! Looking back through my memories from the last few months brings laughter and fond smiles.

I've really jumped in this summer.

I said "Geronimo!" and just went for it.

And that's something I'm proud of.

Summer is a time of diving in.

Headfirst.

Hair flying, heart pounding, and splashing and reeling and finally feeling...

oh wait sorry that's Tangled...

But you get the point.

Maybe it's the warm air, the playful breeze, or just the freedom of having so much time to fill with whatever adventures you choose, but summer is when everyone tends to be a little more brave, a little more daring. 

But why does our adventurous spirit die with the summer heat? Why can't we keep that forever?

As I start this Fall semester, I'm hoping to continue the wonderful adventures I've had this summer. I want to lose my voice at football games, jump into piles of leaves, go after my dreams. I want my fall semester to be like my summer. I want it to look a little something like this: