The DONE List
"People actually get more depressed in the summer in Arizona." By people. I meant me. I was sitting across a table from the pastor of a farm church in California at a conference in San Diego, trying to explain some of the differences in my particular ministry context. "I mean, it's like seasonal affective disorder. But the seasons are switched. We're out and about in the winter there. Summer is actually when we hibernate." This lady seemed fascinated. But also, maybe it was just because she was a really good pastor and used to listening like that. But it kind of felt good to say it. To give a real reason to this vague funk that tends to hit by late July or early August when we just. can't. take. it. any. more. I have shared often that we Arizonans pride ourselves on being extra tough and being able to handle temperatures that literally melt anything left outside too long. I'm not talking crayons...I'm talking furniture. Toys. Shoes. We laugh when...