I promise not to blame you for not being the traditional you in a state where it’s summer year-round. It’s not your fault that heat lives in every tiny corner in this lone star state. (And I’ve been promised at least 70-degree days, even if the leaves won’t wholly turn, so I’ll take it.)
I promise to get back to creative writing, something I tend to do more of during your inspiring season. It’s been a blast with other forms of writing, but there are about 12 short story ideas that currently demand attention and they punch hard when they’re not acknowledged.
I promise to engage in Blogtober this year. Yes!
I promise to take time for self-care. With shorter days and cooler, darker nights on the horizon, running around town and burning the candle at both ends will have to take a backseat. (Perhaps eternally? Your Square Peg isn’t in college anymore and she keeps forgetting that.) More blankets, time on the couch, and chai, in that order.
I promise to finally go shopping and bring more color and creativity to my personal style. It’s been blah for me lately, clothes-wise and otherwise. Le sigh.
I promise to keep a standing date at the bookstore on Friday nights. Autumn has always been about books and reading, too, and I need to smell some pages and listen to the hushed hum of book-related conversations.
I promise not to side-eye all the rain you will undoubtedly bring. Part of the bargain, right?
I promise to continue to stay away from whatever a pumpkin spice latte aims to provide.
I promise to just breathe. I’ve been aching for deep, sustained breaths lately.
I promise not to get it twisted: seasonal beauty won’t take away the stresses of life…
…but it’ll give me chances to look up, appreciate, and engage.
Here’s to the coming autumn and enjoying every bit of it.
What are you looking forward to this fall?