to the beach...
Essentially the last week of summer already. Where did it go? The end of summer is my least favorite time of the whole year. It's old. A lot of people you haven't seen in a while. They've changed. You've changed. It's a fight not to go back to who you were, all those bad habits and insecurities. You set new goals, or the same goals that you didn't accomplish the year before. Self-imposed expectations, pressure, doubt. A desire to not waste this year, to suck every moment out of it. Nostalgia for last year, the year before, the things you could have done but didn't. Yet, at the same time excitement, a new chance... with the taint of a year more gone by. But... in the words of George Elliot, "It's never too late to become what you might have been." Happy summer.