What will I do with my life? Or, being open to whatever while still wanting to write a fine essay on "what I did with my summer"

I finished at SU yesterday. I'm home today editing book chapters (yes, again. I'll never finish!). In true procrastination mode, I "had" to find an old post that someone put on my FB wall. There doesn't seem to be a great search function, so I scrolled through my old posts. I ran across my Valentine's Day post:

Love: Songs that are stories, Luke getting into snuggle position, the way I feel when I stop running, baking brownies in a heart-shaped pan for Amazing Race, trying to mix courage and compassion, boots that stand up to the dog park, books, mom's banana bread...

I haven't really made any summer plans, but I have tons of ideas: working on an organic farm, reading all the books that I just don't seem to have the time for during the school year, volunteering (Luke may get to work with kids this summer), etc. It has been raining so much in the PNW that the thought of I just curling up on the sofa and watching the droplets splatter against the window has crossed my mind. But, when I read the above, I realized that I want to "reorder all my loves", making sure that I do have fun this summer, that I don't over-plan, and that I create openness for whatever may be around the corner. For a (mostly) type-A personality, this seems daunting. But, it is time-limited. On Sept 15th, I'll be back to the grind. So, until then, wish me luck being intentional without a plan. Well, I have a bit of a plan: next stop (after the chapters are edited) Oregon Coast!