This is the first summer in many years where I have actively spent time outdoors. I am overcoming my hatred of sweating because there is, essentially, no escaping it. It's a small step, but it's growth.
On another note. I can't help but notice the cyclical nature of my social life. Even regarding some of my oldest friends, they all seem to move away or get bored of me. I suppose it's a sign that I am doing something wrong and I may need to change how I approach my relationships. It's difficult to stay positive when all the people you care about eventually reject you.
I suppose I either need to try harder or stop altogether. There seems to be no place for me between the two.