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Summer social events are a killer. For the last couple of months, I’ve been inundated with people overload. It started with Memorial Day weekend and I don’t see much relief until after Labor Day weekend. Between office meetings and events, dinners and birthday parties, I feel like I’ve already maxed out on repeated stories, exaggerated positivity and food overindulgence.

I need routine, schedules and predictability to feel centered. I’m happiest when I have eaten only food with a calorie content easily tracked in my “Lose It!” app; have time for a two-mile walk in the middle of the day; have Saturdays free to go the Farmers Market and shops in town; have no need for makeup; have downtime to read and write; have the comfort of waking up in my own bed; and have my chocolate protein shake in the morning.

I love my friends and family, but too much face time sucks the life out of me. I treasure my boring life.