Go ahead. Take a whiff. A long beautiful inhale through the nose... hold.... hold... and - exhale... all the way out. Did you smell it? Feel it? Taste it? That's the smell of Fall. It's here. The leaves and cool crisp air do not lie friends. As the trees become illuminated and energized by the Autumn season, so too shall we. We will shed our summer skin - all the stress, bruises and bumps - and charge forth with new attitude and vigor.
September started out hopeful enough, but September can be tricky. It clings to summer because it's warm days are not fit for my beloved fall. Linen pants and open-toe shoes are still acceptable and scarves are still fashion only - not function. So I waited. September came and unleashed its fury. Ok, not fury so much as blows. I quickly found myself confined to crutches and anyone who knows me can guess how well that hasn't gone over. But as I shed my Summer-September skin, so too shall I shed these damn crutches. Also there were some work blows and I hate to even give credit to the labor gods but so be it. But I rallied, and did some soul-searching and reconfiguring and left my ego behind. I love my job and the people I work with. That is why I do it and so I shall continue to do it. Until that winning lotto ticket lands in my lap.
With September safely behind me, I embrace the new season and all it brings. The cool air. Football games with Kevin & Co. Coffee on my porch on cool mornings. Hot Yoga on cool nights. Fires in the chiminea and maybe even our fireplace this year. MLB. New music. Red wine.
So this is me, pulling on my knit hat, choosing a scarf out of the pile, grabbing a crutch and heading outside. Heading into Fall.