Summer is such a confusing season. Sometimes it can be freedom, other times it can seem like a prison. Summer brings forth opportunities and can also hold you against your own will from following your true destiny. Last summer was the best summer of my life. So, I’m approaching this summer oddly. Bittersweet? Sadness? Curiosity? What can I do. Where can I go. And how am I going to pay for this.
I also have all of these aspirations, and summer always seems like the perfect opportunity to fufill them, but somehow I always fall short. “I’ll start that tomorrow” always seems to repeat itself and then before you know it, the summer is gone and you’ve wasted your time, dreams, and humanity.
How can I stop this. How can I get out of the house and do what I want to.
Summer is always tricky.
