I never used to like the summer. The heat got under my skin and made me crazy - being so unable to escape it made me want to cry. It's silly that it just never occurred to me to embrace it.
Today it was a cooking 35 degrees on my deck. I lolled about naked, reading my book and trying to ignore any chitchattering from my conscience about the probability of melanoma later in life.
After all, I never used to like summer. What's one season of irresponsible tanning?
(Don't answer that.)
And just like that, it's almost over. Two important changes have been made so far, and two must be made by September.
What a powerful feeling.
To finally realize you have the ability to affect change in your life.
But before I go too self-help, I'm going to fall victim to a movie and some ice cream, under the pleasant consistency of my oscillating fan.