BY JILL MATLOW Now that the summer is over, I have a little confession to make. Please don’t judge me. I hate summer. I know, can you believe I just admitted that so publicly? But it’s true! And what makes this so awkward is that summer is usually everyone’s favorite season of the year. Is it yours? I’m convinced I suffer from seasonal affective disorder (SAD) coupled with a fear of missing out (FOMO) in the summer. As soon as I hear people start discussing their Memorial Day weekend plans with glee, I break out in a sweat (both figuratively and literally). It’s only right after Labor Day weekend that I can click my heels knowing that the dog days of summer are behind me. I didn’t always feel this way.
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