There’s something about summer that permits, or rather, encourages, unproductivity. And while at any other time I would find shame in simply sitting outside all day in the sun, I think it’s absolutely necessary to sustain my own breathing in summer. So I sit in the sun, live by the sunsets, and feed off of the simple things. I have taken the time to exhale and find pride in the accomplishments in my life. I have written a book, which is something that took so much time and determination and screw it, I’m going to enjoy that.