Hot Girl Summer

“I thought I would be cooler wearing a dress today, but then I remembered that my thighs like to make out with each other.” I said to Meg as I waited to go into therapy, a large iced Marylou’s almond joy between my legs. 92 degrees here and all I could think of is why I didn’t get my body ready for my “hot girl summer” and who decided that the car AC didn’t need a blower directed right at our pits and other more southerly regions.

The weather people tell us it will be 95 today but it may feel like 105 because of the humidity. All I know is that I feel like I am going to quickly morph into a cranky troll the more days I pass without buying that Gold Bond friction stick my therapist told me to consider. This advice was in addition to working with me on focusing less on the how and more on the what and why aka manifesting. I give her five out of five stars. Highly recommend. She told me that sometimes she wonders if we’ve worked on anything in our sessions because we laugh and have so much fun; I told her that’s a sign that she’s done a damn good job and to pat herself on the back. “Seriously, I share your wisdom far and wide, Thomas says “wow, you have a good therapist” all the time”(though I think he’s partial because of their shared Long Island roots).

Last summer was the toughest one I’ve ever had with Dad clinging to that last shred of life and me not knowing how to embrace it and stay sane. In hindsight, I was a total wreck. Then he died, I got a bad case of Covid, and started school with all the shenanigans that come with being a motherteacher. I am exhausted to my soul. This summer, I am ready to rest, relax, reflect and carpe diem it. Hot girl summer? Hell yes. With all the weather predictions, I think all land dwellers will have a hot summer whether they want it or not. I have swoob and it’s only 9:41 am. I rest my case.

Sometimes I wish the person I am today could find a tiny wormhole to the person I was 3 years ago. “You were looking at your shoes and said “I’m lonely. I want a partner in life.” and so we talked about what kind of partner that was. Then you met him like two weeks later. It was the most manifesting I had ever done.” my therapist told me yesterday in our session in which we talked about focusing on what/why not how as well as how to prevent hot girl chafing. The greatest thing above all about having a therapist is that they remind you, always, that you’ve come far and should be proud. I have more work to do, my imperfections still need to be filed and buffed. Yet, when I pictured a set of monkey bars I needed to cross when I began this journey, I wasn’t so sure I had the strength to get to the other side. Looks like I found the wormhole after all and can tap the person I was on the shoulder. “What if it doesn’t work out?” I imagine her saying to me. “Oh, but, what if it does?” I’d say while raising a glass. “Here’s to you and me, kid. Let’s go and have that hot girl summer.”