You went way too fast.
Putting that aside, you were a pretty great month and maybe that’s why I’m sad to see you go, June. I appreciate you letting me feel like a totally in-control adult one day. Like a junior high kid enjoying summer break with no responsibilities the next. Then, like a hot mess 20-something that can’t even begin to handle any of this. And like a grandma who is tucked into bed at 8:30 each night. All in one month.
And I actually loved it. You helped me avoid falling into my summer rut, June. Of course, I love being able to relax all day (I have an exceptionally mellow, or lazy, soul), but I have learned that I am definitely one of those people that needs structure. You gave me that: walks with Teton (and coffee) to start the day, semi-productive mornings, lazy afternoons, ice cream way more often than I should, and early bed-times. It’s simple and low-maintenance and keeps me from going crazy.
There have been a few rough spots. Not because I lead an exceptionally challenging life or feel the need to fit in a complaint here, basically because I’m a normal person and everyone has that stuff. But, I am feeling better about how I handle it. Usually, my initial reaction is too harsh and overly-emotional… however, the important part is that I realize this–first step–and can generally improve it–second step. So, you weren’t perfect, June; I don’t want you getting a big head. But, we made a pretty darn good team.
I’ll end by saying you were H O T. And while that was fun and all for the start of summer, I’m ready for things to fizzle a bit and really settle in with a comfortable month like July. Don’t take it personally– it’s not you, it’s me. I’m just ready to move on.
Thanks for reading,