I find summer to be the most depressing season. Sure, I like the heat. And there’s nothing nicer than taking a nap to the sounds of children jumping on the neighbours’ trampoline, dogs barkin’, and that one guy down the street who seems to always be mowing his lawn. I’m not being sarcastic, those really are some of my favourite sounds to fall asleep too — only second to harsh rain and thunder. Even so, I get the summer blues.
I think the naps are to blame. Not the sleeping part of it, but the fact that I have time to nap. In contrast to the constant stress I subject myself to during the semesters, summers are too relaxing. I end up feeling depressed and guilty about having the space to just relax. By August I start to pile on new projects, and by October they’ve either been forgotten or I’m burnt out. Maybe next year I’ll take summer classes. If not, I’ll have to find a healthy way around these summer blues.
