I am in a funk. And it seems like I fall in to this funk every year around this time. I have a dramatic case of mid-July malaise.
And it makes some sense and no sense why at the same time.
July is like the middle movie in a trilogy, it drags a little bit. I equate July with feeling hot and sweaty on a bus with the itchy fabric chafing your legs and being sandwiched between two portly people whose sweaty skin is on yours, making you warmer and want to scream “NO TOUCHING” out loud after 45 minutes of this torture. Delicious.
July is also post May and June’s initial spring/summer excitement when my energetic “WOO!” becomes “woo, wtf is up with this weather?”
July is also the month before my birthday where the questions start of “what are we doing to celebrate?” “so? what are your plans, seriously,” and the general realization that OMFG another year has gone by and I’ll be one more year older soon.
It’s about that time that I get a burst of reality saying, yes, I will finally knit that sweater or go sky diving or accomplish anything else I’ve found excuses for over the last year. I will do it and do it before my birthday because I have to have it done by then to feel like the last year wasn’t a waste. Yes, I also have an overactive imagination. And no, I don’t feel that the last year was a waste.
Either way, the heat, building birthday dread and personal feelings of “why haven’t you accomplished this by your age” are weighing heavily on me lately. Oh and I’m hormonal so for now it’s a small pity party…with fro yo served to me and my guests.
Do you get in a mid-summer funk? Any big weekend plans? I’m just going to try and stay cool!