If you’re a 20- or 30-something female lifestyle(-ish) blogger, you’re probably the aware of the very momentous holiday that occurred this week.
I don’t celebrate it, personally, and I’m still waiting for the blogger police to come arrest me for that.
Honestly, you guys?
I’m so over fall.
Not the season itself, but all the social media hype around it. I was over it in the middle of August when I started seeing posts longing for PSLs and boots and “bouquets of fresh pencils” (don’t even get me started on that stupid movie) and shit.
I don’t even like fall (except sometimes) and, because I’ve chosen to spend a good chunk of my time in this virtual reality that is obsessed with it, I’ve already written a bunch about it. And I expect I’ll continue to do so. Sigh.
But! There are a lot of good things happening right now, and things I want to recognize in this “season” of sorts. So…
I’m grateful that really awesome things are happening for Husband career-wise. We can’t stop saying how excited we both are for the upcoming weeks and months.
I’m grateful for Spotify’s “Mellow Mornings” playlist.
I’m grateful for a few potential opportunities that have been coming my way.
I’m grateful I finally got to watch the Giants win a game live (in ah-mazing seats). IT HAD BEEN OVER YEAR. AT LEAST FOUR OR FIVE VERY DISAPPOINTING GAMES. Not that I’m bitter about it or anything. (Also, I’m grateful I wound up not going to the last two games. Whooof.)
I’m grateful that my poor, forgotten Hipstamatic app downloaded a crazy new update and suddenly it’s my current favorite photo-editing app.
I’m grateful I’m finally feeling a little spark of inspiration again — not just in writing, but in other projects, like decorating the apartment without filling it with color (I’m having tons of ideas for a gallery wall), photography, organizing my work area, brewing…
I’m grateful the nights are at least getting a little bit cooler. Sometimes.
I’m grateful I managed to snag a pair of GARTH BROOKS tickets last week. YEEEEEEEEHHEEWWWW.
Without being too mushy and cheesy, I’m grateful I have a thoughtful, caring husband who says “How I can help?” when I share a problem with him, prompting me to actually think about A) what I’m capable of doing to change or fix things and B) what, if anything, he might be able to do to support me.
I’m not grateful that I sprained my wrist earlier this week. It’s super minor, but just serious enough that I have to back off from yoga (definitely no planks or chaturangas, and downward dog is iffy). So that’s a bummer. At least it doesn’t stop me from running, though.
What are you grateful for, fall-related or otherwise?