Sometimes it doesn’t feel so lovely, does it?
Just thinking about all the times I resign myself to letting things leave me. The expectation(s) that something small would grow into something far more significant and beautiful. And when that doesn’t happen, we have let it all go. At the end of the day, it is lovely to let what wasn’t meant for you slip through your eager, waiting fingers. Because that’s growth. That’s adulting. That’s life. But, boy, does it hurt something awful. Because: hope.
I’ll be honest: this quote, albeit lovely, still triggered me a bit. Because I’m so tired of traveling alone. And when it comes to my favorite season, there’s an unbearable aspect about it: enjoying the beauty and electricity in the air by my lonesome. I’ve discussed this before–that something about fall that drives the desire to be accompanied by another even more than usual. The feeling remains. Heightened by crisp evenings and the turning of trees, no less.
I wish I understood why. I long for a change. Until then: I’ll continue to enjoy the “finest company” around me.
No Blogtober this month; the days got away from me. Nevertheless, you will find a revolving autumnal theme with my forthcoming posts. Many of them will be reflective quotes and a bit of commentary.
Happy Fall, y’all.
#30: Guess who was super busy yesterday and the day went by without the next to last blog entry for Blogtober?
So, yeah, we forgot. Buuuuut…
#31: We Did It!
A whole month of talking to y’all everyday about my favorite season in some way, shape, or form. A whole month of appreciating each and every one of you who read, commented, liked, and lovingly followed me. A whole month of realizing that I can be way regular on this platform, far more than I have been, and that I thoroughly enjoy every second here on This Square Peg.
Happy Fall, Y’all. Happy awesome month of Blogtober. Happy Autumn. Happy Reading. Happy Blogging. Take time to walk down a leaf-covered road and enjoy every minute of it.
Onwards and Autumn-wards.
As promised, I debuted my new fall lippie at the office today. And pic’ed it. See below.
Shall we break down why Smoked Purple is a winner for me?
1. It’s matte, but it goes on so smooth for me. Sure, a bit of balm helps before applying but I find it really easy to slide on.
2. The color. That smoky, dark, moody look is parfait for fall/winter.
3. Even with eating and drinking throughout the day, it pretty much stayed intact.
Winner winner, chicken dinner.
Your turn: any new makeup hauls/finds/fall lewks in your world? Let me know, pretty please?
Guess who went to the mall today…
Yes, I did a tiny bit of Sunday shopping.
(1) Cat eye sunnies from New York & Company
(2) New lipstick and lip liner from MAC: Smoked Purple and Nightmoth, respectively. (The saleslady was slick; she heard me saying that I had no intention of purchasing makeup and then sweetly asked me to try on the lippie above to see if what I “thought” about it. Hook–line–sinker. That smoked purple. Y’all? A beauty. Pics coming tomorrow.
It’s a gorgeous day. It’s edible and gorgeous and autumnal and even warmer here than the season calls for. Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are.
Readers, we’ve been together for 26 straight autumn days. Blogtober has T-5 days left. I don’t know what to do with myself. Or…do I?
Ha! We’re not even done yet. But I wanted to do that. And you get one, too, for sticking with me and reading and liking and commenting and following. The real MVPs? You.
Happy Fall Friday, bon weekend, and see ya tomorrow.
I just saw this on Le Pinterest and I think it definitely captures the duality of this time of year.
Who else is a fall homebody? Because yes, I love taking in the beauty of the electric fall atmosphere, but oh, yes, do I also love hunkering down in my warm apartment, encased in a warm blanket and mindlessly watching episode after episode of my beloved Law and Order. (You were probably expecting a less intense show, huh?)
All Autumn Homebodies: unite…
Welp, it happened. She entered a brand new decade. (She is me, in case you haven’t noticed the whole referring to myself in the third person thing.)
Here’s how I feel about it:
40 for the win.