The longest day of the year.
The end of next week marks the halfway point of the year.
It’s all downhill from here.
BUT, the phrase has two meanings. And they contradict each other.
In one way you can say that it means things are going to get worse.
On the other hand it could mean the hard part is over and things are going to get easier.
So my summer of discontent, my anxiety, my debt, my employment prospects…they could go either way.
Yes, I know that every situation in the history of the world will go one way or the other as that is the way the world works, but I’m musing here, leave me be.
Either this is the rough leading to the good, and I will finally get the help I need, I will finally get answers, and I will find employment that doesn’t make me break out in metaphorical hives.
Or, this is the end of good times. Harsh times are ahead.
I guess a lot of it will depend on what I do next, and how I approach things.
For a long while I have been thinking so fondly of the upcoming autumn that I have confused myself and I think it is September.
At first I thought it was a longing to get a bit more hygge, or just to get out of the heat, but maybe, subconsciously, I am looking for this year to be over. To begin again.
What difference does one day make? Why is it we all feel the psychological boost from the calendar switching from December 31st to January 1st? The belief that we can finally fulfil our potential?
I don’t know, but why wait till then? Why wait another 6+ months to feel that I can begin again?
The future is now.