Dealing

July is almost always the worst month of the year for me, physically. I have to remember that.

I hate the summer. I hate the heat. I hate summer clothes. I hate the way everyone gets repulsed with how I sweat so much. I hate the headaches I get from air conditioning.

But, in a couple of weeks, July will be over and it will start to get easier. That's what I've been telling myself, at any rate.

I've been planning ahead for a while. I have two readings lined up in September and another one possibly for later in the fall. I should be booked up for at least the Fall at Stone Soup (I haven't been this ahead in a while). I'm even considering the possibility of holding another holiday raffle for Out of The Blue this December.

When it feels like I can barely slug forward, I can feel better looking ahead.