Over the years I have gotten far more tolerant of summer. Especially with events to look forward to like Ron's workshops and this weekend's Boston Poetry Marathon.
This has lent to greater productivity over a period of time where I usually feel pretty depressed and listless.
Given last summer's move, I've probably earned the right to just stay locked away by myself in a dark room for three months.
And yet I've moved myself away from wanting that. Even last summer, when everything was happening, I was much more upbeat than I had any right to be.
I was proud of myself for last year, and this year I'm pleased with myself for being who I am now and learning to use this stretch of time the best that I can.
But.
I am nearing the end of my tolerance for this season.
I feel like I'm at the end of my threshold for all this heat.
I don't care if I am a seething pile of rage until Labor Day. I just need to last a few more days of positivity.
A week?
Just another week.
This has lent to greater productivity over a period of time where I usually feel pretty depressed and listless.
Given last summer's move, I've probably earned the right to just stay locked away by myself in a dark room for three months.
And yet I've moved myself away from wanting that. Even last summer, when everything was happening, I was much more upbeat than I had any right to be.
I was proud of myself for last year, and this year I'm pleased with myself for being who I am now and learning to use this stretch of time the best that I can.
But.
I am nearing the end of my tolerance for this season.
I feel like I'm at the end of my threshold for all this heat.
I don't care if I am a seething pile of rage until Labor Day. I just need to last a few more days of positivity.
A week?
Just another week.
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