I know it’s still July, technically, but today feels like Fall is in the air in my corner of the Pacific Northwest, which marks the end of Summer and all of the neat stuff that comes along with it. I hate when I am meeting with a group of friends and that has to come to an end because one of the friends has an opportunity or a new relationship where they have to do that “can’t-get-enough-of-being-around-you” phase. I mean, I’m happy for the friend’s relationship or opportunity, but a teeny selfish part of me wishes that things could remain the way they are, especially when I think about all the ways being around them has made me want to and become a better person.