I find myself in a holiday spirit in the middle of summer.
I do not crave the sunshine, my desire is for the joyful festivities; themed parties, colorful décor, and seasonal sweets. The summer months may be warmer, but they’re not jolly. I found myself singing Christmas songs in June, and missing the playful glow of twinkly lights which ornamented the neighbors houses. But alas, the warmness of the summer months brings me no joy.
I’ve been surprisingly busy this past month.
My leisure-hobby night-job has picked up speed and I find myself busy 4 nights a week with it. Being busy is a new sensation for me, last year I went straight home after work, but now, I don’t make it home until late. My life is now organized into little 90-minute chunks. 90-minutes for this, 90-minutes for that.
It’s not with haste, but more like a duteous lifestyle, never idle, always on my way to do something else. It’s the kind of rhythm that most people only experience during the holiday rush, with the urgency of preparations; presents, decorations, travel plans, meals. Not all at once, but consistently, for weeks it occupies our attention.
I used to enjoy reading the news, with the hopes that something new and exciting was happening nearby, but lately, I wish the news wasn’t so ridiculous.
In the past, outrageous news was really interesting, something thrilling and curious. But now it doesn’t even seem real.
Week after week, wave after wave, of the most unbelievable politics you could imagine. Caged children, space-military, Chinese tariffs, misbehaving politicians, people being cruel to each other, travel bans. I’m really disappointed with how things have been going. People are suffering; physically, emotionally, financially.
I was hoping we’d have flying cars and ethical treatment by now, but instead it seems like our culture is on the brink of collapse.