No, I Don’t Love Summer

Everyone’s out here romancing summer like it’s a Hallmark movie.

But for me? It’s not all golden hour and lake days.

The truth is… I kind of hate summer.

It’s hot. Like, Alabama hot. The kind of heat that makes you second-guess everything from getting dressed to running errands to simply existing outdoors. I don’t sleep well. The bugs come alive the second the sun sets. And while everyone’s posting pictures from the lake or beach or some perfect-looking vacation, I’m… still here. Same routine. Same to-do list. Same sticky air.

It’s not just the heat… it’s what it brings up in me.

A heaviness.

Fatigue I can’t shake.

A weird irritability that makes me feel guilty.

A sadness I don’t always have language for.

Every summer, I go through this phase. It’s like my body and mind just check out. My dreams feel far away. My ambition fizzles. I scroll and compare and question everything I’m building because, well… it looks a lot different than someone on a boat with a tan and no responsibilities.

It’s not cute.

But it’s true.

And maybe it’s also necessary.

Because some seasons aren’t meant to be bright and blooming. Some seasons make you sit still. Sweat it out. Shed some things. Listen more. Push less. Rest even when you don’t feel like you’ve earned it.

Summer, for me, is uncomfortable. But discomfort has always been my teacher.

It reminds me that there will be seasons where I don’t feel like chasing dreams- and that doesn’t mean they’re not still mine.

It reminds me that stillness can look like laziness but often isn’t.

It reminds me that when the world feels too loud, I’m allowed to go quiet.

It reminds me that comparison is a liar and someone else’s “highlight” doesn’t make my everyday any less sacred.

And most of all—it makes me love fall with my whole chest.

So if you’re not your best self in summer either, you’re not alone. You don’t have to fake your way through a season that doesn’t feel like home. You just have to keep showing up.

Not because it’s sunny. But because even here, you’re still growing.