I have a confession to make that will probably shock the blogging world.
I just can’t get on board with fall this year.
I KNOW. Don’t hate. While every other blogger in the world is lauding the return of PSLs and posting up the coziest outfits J.Crew could dream up, I’m over here wondering why it can’t be June again.
I honestly don’t know what this is all about. Typically, fall is my favorite time of year. I love the crisp weather and the impending excitement of the holiday season. For some reason, though, this year I am just not that into it.
Maybe it’s because everybody likes fall these days, and I usually lose interest when everybody else likes something. It’s like how I loved country music up until about 4th grade, and I was teased for it, but then suddenly everybody loves Shania and I’m just like, “whatever, I’ve moved on to Gwen Stefani.”
Or, it could be that I’m feeling unsettled about so many things right now. My health issues haven’t exactly resolved themselves, and I’m anxious about all the unknowns the future holds. It also doesn’t help that I’ll be working a lot this month, both on evenings and weekends, so once again I’m going to get that sick, bitter feeling I get when I’m missing out on time with my family and friends, but know there is nothing much I can do about it.
I’m hoping this is just a phase, and eventually I’ll get around to freaking out with the rest of the world over boots, scarves, and pumpkin spice errything. For now, I’m going to soldier on and try to recall what it felt like during the warm weather and carefree days of early summer.