Summer has a way of being sold to us as the season where everything should feel easier. The days are longer, the weather is kinder, routines loosen, and there’s this unspoken assumption that we should feel lighter, happier, more social, and more alive simply because the sun is out a bit longer.
There’s pressure to “make the most of it”. Pressure to fill calendars, to travel, to catch up with everyone you didn’t see during the year, to enjoy yourself properly before life ramps up again. For many people, summer quietly becomes another performance, another thing to get right, another season where you can feel as though you’re falling short if your energy, mood, or capacity doesn’t match the expectation.






