For years, I thought a “good” summer meant making the most of every minute — filling the calendar, planning memorable days, creating magical moments, and trying to hold everything together for everyone else. But somewhere along the way, summer became another thing to manage rather than experience. In this reflective essay, I share what changed after burnout, stepping away from full-time work, and spending slower days in France with my family. It’s a deeply personal piece about emotional exhaustion, motherhood, invisible mental load, nervous system calm, and learning to stop trying to optimise every season of life. This is a gentle reflection on slow and intentional living, ordinary summer joy,…