Goodbye July. I won't miss you.
July and I never get along. It could be the long, too hot days, or the stretch of nothing that tends to ensue. We've never been friends, or even acquaintances. July always feels like an extended waiting period. It's when I contemplate my life the most. What have I accomplished this year? What am I going to do with the rest of the year? What am I doing now? That's the main question right now. What am I doing?
I know what I want. I don't entirely know how to get there. Help me out August.