The End of Summer

This morning I got up at 5:35am, to discover it was still dark outside. It was the first time it’d been black outside my window upon waking in months, and I was hit by a sudden pang of post-season melancholy - the summer is over, for another year.

Part of the reason I am sad is because it’s been quite the summer for me, possibly the best of the past decade. I can’t remember a year where I spent so much of it outside in the sun, spent so much time with my friends, or went swimming in the sea so often. I even have a bit of a tan, which is practically unheard of.

I changed a lot as a person over the summer too. My confidence and self-esteem have grown to the point where I borderline love myself. I don’t hate having photos taken of me anymore (not as much at least). I feel more comfortable carrying a conversation, being myself, and looking in the mirror. It’s pretty neat. So maybe I do not need to reinvent myself in time for academic new year - I am pretty happy with where I am. I don’t need to set too many lofty goals or high expectations for the near future, and just enjoy things as they are.