So remember how I was like, “Blah, blah, blah, it’s still summer!” Ha, apparently I’m eating my words because Fall decided to swoop right in and tell Summer who’s boss. I guess I wouldn’t be completely opposed to the new season, the turning of the trees and the rustle of leaves underneath my steps. It’s just something that kind of crept up on me. I knew it was coming, obviously, yet I’m not fully prepared for what’s to come.
While I’m sad to see Summer come to an end, I can’t deny the fact that there’s something restorative about a new season. A clean slate. A fresh start. You get the picture. At first I was looking at Fall’s arrival with the mindset of “out with the old, in with the new.” But really digging into it, I’ve realized that that’s not how I’m seeing the new season at all.
Restoration. According to Google dictionary it means, “the action of returning something to a former owner, place, or condition.” That’s what I want for myself. Yet I know that it’s not the path that I’m meant to take. I’m in the thick of something very real and raw and if I could just get back to the version of my life where everything wasn’t so heavy it would be great. But for now I just have to brace myself. Sorry for the encrypted message but I’m not really ready to share. I’m not quite sure I’ll ever be but this is where I’m going to have to leave things. Positive vibes to you, on this September Tuesday.