Almost the end of the month, and summer, for me, carries a load of expectations that are not met, because they are unrealistic. For instance: get up to the cabin way more than I actually can, take a fabulous trip to a country in Europe, travel with friends, keep up my writing, lose weight (always part of the dream), exercise more, garden. None of these goals have been met, and are highly unlikely to be. I have slowly lost some weight, but I now notice I'm eating more again, perhaps to prove to myself I'm hopeless. Okay, so I'm hopeless. I still like myself, at least moderately. I still have some summer left, with a bang up trip over Labor Day. I believe part of my problem is that my birthday is usually on or around Labor Day, as is my husband's. So the summer ends with being older. I know, not logical, every day I'm older, but let's face it, we don't live rationally, we're all a ball of conflicting emotions. So the summer ends in disappointment, but, as they say, the alternative is worse.
I'm a little gloomy because it's overcast today, and NOT summery. Not one little bit. Did I miss summer yet again?! I better not. Time to drive to somewhere hot, which will only take about ten minutes. See? I have a plan.
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