Spring in June: Why Life Works Better in Seasons

This summer feels off — but in the best way.

Not because we’re back in that long Italian summer stretch — 12 (!) weeks of school-free mayhem.

Not because the gelato lines in Merano now require hydration and a podcast.

And not because I accidentally got an extra summer this year while visiting New Zealand in January.

(Though maybe that did scramble my internal calendar. Southern Hemisphere déjà vu. But honestly? I don’t think that’s it.)

No — it’s something else.

This June, I feel like I’m in spring.

Ideas are blooming.
I’m building things.
I’ve got energy.
Focus.

Even the kind that makes you say yes to stuff you don’t have time for — and somehow still pull it off. The one that makes you start new ventures and buy extra whiteboards.

And yet, the calendar insists it’s high summer. A time traditionally reserved for melting, meandering, and muttering “maybe in September” to every ambitious idea.

But if there's one thing I’ve come to believe — it’s this:

our lives move in seasons, not schedules.

Calendars lie. Tomatoes don’t.

Modern life is weird.
We expect ourselves to be in "Q2 mode" all year long — productive, strategic, focused, capital-E Efficient.
But nobody told your brain that. Or your body.
Or your energy levels.

Nature gets this.

Trees drop their leaves in fall. Bears disappear in winter. Even tomatoes only show up when they’re ready (which, tragically, is never in the European February).

But we? We schedule 9am brainstorms in January darkness and wonder why our souls feel like cold spaghetti.

Last summer? Slow. And not in the good way.

To be honest, last summer dragged.

One of those long, soft-edged stretches where nothing felt urgent, but nothing really moved either.
Projects lingered.
Conversations looped.
Everything took longer than it should’ve. And behind the scenes, there were a few personal storms I had to weather — the kind that don’t show up on Instagram, but shape everything anyway.

My brain was floating in a kiddie pool — and not in the fun, Aperol-in-hand kind of way.

This year’s different. Same season. Different energy.

Which is how I realized: Summer isn’t a fixed state. It’s just a setting. The real season is internal.

So what’s this season?

Right now, I’m in a building season.
I’ve got projects sprouting. Deadlines I don’t dread. A growing list of ideas that feel less like “maybe one day” and more like “why not now?”

There’s a seriousness to it — the good kind. Not pressure, but purpose.

I know this won’t last forever. No season does.
But that’s the point.

Why thinking in seasons works better than goals

Goals are fine. But seasons?
Seasons give you permission. To rest. To sprint. To coast. To go full mad scientist.
To say, “No, I’m not blocked — I’m just in winter.”

And when a burst of spring energy hits you in mid-July? You don’t fight it.

You lean in.
You create.
You build.
You bloom.

Even if the school year just ended and the rest of the world is switching off.

So — if you’re in a fog or a sprint or a weird middle space, don’t fight it.

Just ask: What season am I in? And what does that season need?

Notice it. Name your season.
Then let it shape your pace.