Something to be said about good intentions.

I am the sort of person who has the best of intentions, but really is the worst at executing any sort of plan. Now that I look back, I think I have written something of this sort every summer when I feel that time is simply slipping through my fingers. So here it is again: a post about how I began my summer with the best of intentions and how I accomplished none of it.

The Bill Shakespeare Project couldn't have been a bigger flop. The intents of my heart were pure; my spirit was willing, but my flesh was week. Needless to say, I have not read one bit of Shakespeare this whole long summer with the exception of a few miniscule (though superb) sonnets. But I suppose Shakespeare has been waiting for a few hundred years for me to read his works, he can wait a few more. There is a numberless list of things I had every intention of doing this summer, but none of it happened, reading Shakespeare was only one of them.

But in the grand scheme of summer, none of the intentions are what really matter. It is the unexpected that makes summer what it is.

That is all.

-KB

The incomparable Steph and C. Jeffs

A friendly little deer I met while crossing campus.

The unstoppable duo of Kelly and Holly