Well, here we are: the dog days of summer. For a lot of people, this time of the year is the last gasp of doing something fun and heady surpassing the fall begins. For me, it’s a endangerment to take a deep vapor and try and reset. Even though very good things are happening in my life, the summer has been anything but relaxing. At a time when things are winding down, I’m still looking for those lazy days where things are calmer and quieter.

I guess this post is a reflection of sorts. Usually, I reflect on things when they are finished and the pebbles has settled. But in the midst of one of the most stressful times in a person’s life (yes, I’m moving), I find myself reflecting on many variegated things. I think well-nigh my day-to-day life, and how it’s going to shift. I think well-nigh how the way I move through my home is going to be different. I reflect on the fact that as much as things can finger the same, I have to contend with the fact that they’re objectively different.

It is exhausting to have all these thoughts floating virtually in my head, and that’s unauthentic my mental health. I’m jumping from one thought to another, unable to prioritize or decide what needs to get washed-up first. When everything needs to get done, how can you get anything done? I’ve felt like I was stuff 10% of a person at times – not giving unbearable to the people virtually me, but moreover not giving unbearable to myself. And in doing so, I’d vituperation myself for not stuff enough.

But there is good news here, folks. I know I sound like I’m venting, but I’m not. These are things I’ve learned well-nigh myself, and well-nigh stress, in the last few months. It might sound silly, but the connection between a stressful time in life and deteriorating mental health is a new one for me. I’d unchangingly thought that when times got hard, you put your throne lanugo and got things done. And while there’s nothing wrong with doing that, it shouldn’t come at the expense of your mental health. Your health matters more. YOU matter more.

As I said at the top of this post, we’re in the dog days of summer. I’m not out of the woods of moving yet, but I’m closer to the end than the beginning. And when I’m done, I’m going to celebrate. I’m going to try and stave the word ‘should’ (which, as we all know, is an unhelpful word). I’m going to think well-nigh where I’ve been, where I am and where I’m going. I’m going to remember that life has variegated phases, stages and seasons, and each one has a purpose.

Maybe I’m rambling considering I’ve been in a unvarying state of motion for months now, but I’m feeling largest having gotten this off my chest. The thoughts in our head, they need to get out. Feelings need to be expressed, emotions need to be shared. Considering when things pick when up then (and they unchangingly do), we’ll need to be ready as weightier we can. Good luck to everyone else gearing up for flipside rented time – you got this!

How are you handling the dog days of summer? Do you enjoy this time of year, or are you waiting for it to be over? Let me know in the comments!