I Never Believed In The Magic Of Summer, But Now I Don't Want To Let Go Of It

I Never Believed In The Magic Of Summer, But Now I Don't Want To Let Go Of It

It makes you feel happy like an old soul.


A couple months ago I wrote a poem that I was never really sure what it was about.

Deep inside the blue
There's a place where we are but don't exist
And a voice whispers at us to run
To escape and find a mirage that isn't there
To venture and get lost
To find love and break it
To find joy and sadness
To find ourselves and hone them
To live life like we might die tomorrow

Little did I ever know that this was a cry for a moment in life that wasn't ordinary. I wanted an adventure, a pivotal event. I wanted to live a life like the characters from those movies who live an adventure in the span of three months when they are free from their duties. I wanted to live one of those summers that movies make us crave. I wanted the magic of it all.

For many of us, summer has come to an end, and we are back with the ugly reality of life. School has begun in many educational complexes – unless you go to a UC, where classes start way after almost everybody is almost done with their own classes.

But even while being in a school that lets you enjoy the smallest remainder of summer, we still crave those magical nights we so dearly enjoyed. They seem terrifically lively compared to the stale, routinary life we begin once the professor posts the syllabus on the school website. We begin to dream about those summer nights, somehow full of magic and wondrous events.

I never really understood people's obsession with summer; going out with friends on adventures not properly planned, getting lost and somehow finding a spot that becomes dear to you and everyone you went with. Those summer nights where every possibility is a kiss away from you. I never really understand any of that.

Most of my summers consisted of me staying inside and watching whatever I found amusing. (One summer, I binge-watched 5 seasons of Pretty Little Liars in 2 weeks.) (Plz don't judge me.) I never found joy in the idea. I was always one of those weirdos who preferred to be sitting down in a class rather than being home all day.

But now I get it...I think. I've gotten a sip from that ambrosia that is called summer and honestly, I don't want it to end.

They say magic doesn't exist, but magic isn't only that supernatural force that you can use to instantly move from place to place, to place curses, to fly. It's more than that, and you can feel it.

Magic is real, and I learned that this past couple of weeks. It's like, sometimes I wish to use this magic and cast a spell that will make all these nights last longer.

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I'm A Woman And You Can't Convince Me Breastfeeding In Public Is OK In 2019

Sorry, not sorry.


Lately, I have seen so many people going off on social media about how people shouldn't be upset with mothers breastfeeding in public. You know what? I disagree.

There's a huge difference between being modest while breastfeeding and just being straight up careless, trashy and disrespectful to those around you. Why don't you try popping out a boob without a baby attached to it and see how long it takes for you to get arrested for public indecency? Strange how that works, right?

So many people talking about it bring up the point of how we shouldn't "sexualize" breastfeeding and seeing a woman's breasts while doing so. Actually, all of these people are missing the point. It's not sexual, it's just purely immodest and disrespectful.

If you see a girl in a shirt cut too low, you call her a slut. If you see a celebrity post a nude photo, you call them immodest and a terrible role model. What makes you think that pulling out a breast in the middle of public is different, regardless of what you're doing with it?

If I'm eating in a restaurant, I would be disgusted if the person at the table next to me had their bare feet out while they were eating. It's just not appropriate. Neither is pulling out your breast for the entire general public to see.

Nobody asked you to put a blanket over your kid's head to feed them. Nobody asked you to go feed them in a dirty bathroom. But you don't need to basically be topless to feed your kid. Growing up, I watched my mom feed my younger siblings in public. She never shied away from it, but the way she did it was always tasteful and never drew attention. She would cover herself up while doing it. She would make sure that nothing inappropriate could be seen. She was lowkey about it.

Mindblowing, right? Wait, you can actually breastfeed in public and not have to show everyone what you're doing? What a revolutionary idea!

There is nothing wrong with feeding your baby. It's something you need to do, it's a part of life. But there is definitely something wrong with thinking it's fine to expose yourself to the entire world while doing it. Nobody wants to see it. Nobody cares if you're feeding your kid. Nobody cares if you're trying to make some sort of weird "feminist" statement by showing them your boobs.

Cover up. Be modest. Be mindful. Be respectful. Don't want to see my boobs? Good, I don't want to see yours either. Hard to believe, I know.

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Here's What Happens When All Of Your Friends Have Babies

All of my friends back home are married with children. No, really, they are.


Over the past few months, three of my friends have shared their pregnancy news with me, and I couldn't be more thrilled. Baby news always stirs up a range of emotions for me. I'm excited and crying happy tears (no joke, I started to cry when my best friend told me and showed me her ultrasound).

Being "Auntie Meg" brings me such great joy. You see, I absolutely adore children, especially my friend's kiddos. They can easily brighten up my day with their giggles, love you, and their goodbye kisses & waves. I absolutely love getting to be "Auntie Meg"; it could potentially be my favorite role to fill.

I don't think I've ever loved human beings more than I love these babies. These are kiddos I would do almost anything for; they truly have my whole heart and I couldn't be more thankful for each and every one of them. I've loved getting to watch my friends grow into incredible parents.

I love getting to be one of the biggest cheerleaders for my friends and their kids. Listen, I can't wait for the day when they are older and are asking to come over more and spend time doing fun things with auntie Meg. I can't wait to watch them grow and I can't wait to be able to come alongside them and be a shoulder to cry on and one of the loudest voices cheering them on (Next to mom and dad, of course).

While there is just so much good about your friends growing up and having children of their own, if you are not careful, it can also fuel a person's self-doubt.

It can bring up questions like, "am I good enough?", "what is wrong with me?", "why am I not where they are at?" I would be lying if I said that I have never thought or felt these things, but here's the thing: you are good enough, there is absolutely nothing wrong with you, and their path is not your path; you will get there when you get there.

Those things are so important to remember in times when you begin to doubt yourself or your worth.

Believe me, you are good enough, there is nothing wrong with you, and that is not the path you need to be on at the moment. This is a great time for you to focus on you and the things you want out of life. What are your goals? What is on your bucket list? Just because you don't have the things your friends have, doesn't make your life any less fulfilled than theirs is. Your life is just as wonderful and fulfilling as theirs is, just in different ways.

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