September now. Like the beginning of a new year, but not, the taste of summer still lingers, and work feels hard, things move faster but we’re reticent, still tingling with the hedonistic feel of summer and the urge to celebrate with the rhythm of the season, lingering with the long nights and waking with the sun. With the days shortening and things speeding up, I have a few things I’d like to enjoy this fall:
- Less black. I’ve made a resolution to not buy black or wear as much of it this winter. It’s not a funeral. The green returns. Eventually.
- Sitting back and relaxing and observing more. I don’t need to be out there seeking, finding, doing, planning all of the time, even if it’s genetically ingrained in me. This will take effort, but I think it’s worth it.
- An Indian summer. Come on Mother Nature, we deserve it!
- No drama. Because you, you and, you just seem to stress me out. I can’t find logic in your actions or redeeming qualities in the way you interact with me. In this vein, I want to build on the drama-less relationships I have and enjoy time with those friends.
- Cider and scarves and fur and velvet and feathers and hats and THE perfect pair of camel booties (still to be found).
- Caring less. This happens when you get old like me. And it’s awesome.
September now. Like the beginning of a new year, but not, the taste of summer still lingers, and work feels hard, things move faster but we’re reticent, still tingling with the hedonistic feel of summer and the urge to celebrate with the rhythm of the season, lingering with the long nights and waking with the sun. With the days shortening and things speeding up, I have a few things I’d like to enjoy this fall:
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