People say that the beginning of something is always great. So, keeping with this logic, I'm going to assume that this week is going to be an absolute blast.

Why, you ask? Well, I'm only obliged to tell you now that I brought it up, but today, the 20th of June, marks the actual beginning of summer. No more faking it until you make it. It's officially made. Also, "Orange is the New Black" was added to Netflix a mere three days ago. Naturally, I assume you've already binge watched the full season, and because of that I thought it perfect to let this fantastic cast of forward thinking women describe my latest first-world problem: the struggles of owning a personal pool. Because those two things are relevant, right?

It all starts when your parents start fixing up the backyard. They are preparing for the pool season and you know it, but you don't want to seem too eager. So naturally, you walk around like Jesus has come back -- telling anybody and everybody. That's OK though! You're just excited.

For the next week, you spy on them slyly -- making sure they're really doing a quality job. You can't let them slack now.

And in time, they sit you down to tell you that you now have more to do than lay in bed all day watching Netflix. You let this shade fly, you've got some acting to do. It's not like you knew or anything...

Funny thing is they know what you've been doing and it's now your turn to pitch in a bit. It's only fair.

After all this preparing, you're more excited than ever! In fact, it kind of looks like this when you jump into the pool for the first time:

Fast forward to the inevitable BBQ your family throws. It's great! Everyone's having fun! Nothing can go wrong, right?

Ha! As if anything can be truly perfect. A few days later, you're swam out. It's been fun, but everything has a limit, right? It's time to face the facts, you aren't as excited about the whole pool thing as you once were. This promotes feelings of what I like to call 'nopeness.'

But now your friends know and all they want to do is swim. I guess you can say goodbye to writing everyday...

For days you appease them, swimming, floating and sunbathing abounds.

But here's the secret, that gets old even faster. Sooner or later, you verge on the side of irritable, making comments such as:

You've hit rock bottom. Will the inspiration to swim and have that good old 'summer fun' ever return?

The answer is yes, it will. Next year. But in the meantime, you find that it doesn't really matter though. You're happy to be right here, right now. (Plus it's 90 Degrees out and even a Trane can't handle that. So you might as well just contentedly enjoy it.)

All jokes aside, I really am thankful to have what I do. Everyone has worked so hard to have this pool and I am more than grateful. It's like a member of the family now and after going about five years without it, I'm ecstatic the dear pool has been revived.