Fourth of July marks half time, a moment to pause and remember that this is just a passing thing, soon everything will revert back to the way they are three seasons of the year—cold and bathed by streetlamps and full of promises made under twinkling lights. Summer makes us different people; cunning and untrue sometimes, selfless and flexible others. 

I don’t have anything remarkable to say anymore—I’m taking quick gasps and hoping for the best. I’ve been unimaginably lucky to be surrounded such great people and drinking beer and making a fool out of myself this summer. But I must remember to take inventory of all the relationships in my life instead of hoping they’ll keep up with me.

I’ve had an easier year than most so far, while still overcoming my basic challenges. I feel more well-equipped to live life on my own, completely solvent and stable. Ready to take on whatever I need. And I am keeping on running into things head first, because that’s where the excitement lives.