Summer: the period of finest development, happiness, or beauty.
I looked up the definition of summer because I wasn't sure how to define the season. I expected the dictionary to say something about the vernal equinox or some scientific term like that--i definitely was not expecting to find the definition i found.
Somewhat because the dictionary is boring but mostly because it felt as though my summer has been everything but my period of finest development, happiness or beauty.
I've gone through some of what feels like the hardest times I've ever experienced.
I've cried more this summer than i think I've ever cried in my life.
I've had to be such an adult this summer and i haven't exactly enjoyed it.
Then i got to thinking...
this summer has proven to be exactly what it claims to be.
I have grown so so much.
I've learned so much about myself through dealing with hardships.
and despite all my breakdowns and cry-fests, I have enjoyed the happy times at a more deeper level than I think i have in a long time.
My friends and I have come to a point where we have almost zero secrets amongst each other and we know that we can count on each other no matter what the situation is.
Although all this seemingly wonderful stuff has come out of my crappy situations, I have still not mastered the art of counting everything joy.
I'm working on it though, and I'm glad i can count on Jesus to love me in spite of my pitiful self.
*sigh*
