September Self-Love Sunday

What happened to August dearest Readers?

Better yet, what happened to September? 

I feel as though this year has both crept by silently stalking us and managed to speed past as well. It reminds me of those horror movies where the victim is running and the villain is slowly stalking them. No matter how fast they run they always catch them in the end. 

September has brought with it the inevitable ‘we really need to get back into the swing of things economy wise’ which has added just enough stress to make everything else feel just that more heavy.

I have been trying to pen myself a Sunday Self-Love note and it has been difficult. But here goes:

Dear Me,

I love you like you love this time of year.
The catch of your breath on the crisp fall air.
The way your eyes sparkle at the changing of the leaves.
Your laugh as you jump in them after you’ve piled them high.
How you snuggle into sweater now deemed appropriate for the weather.
When I think of autumn I think of your sense of hope.
How it strengthens with the season.
Anything is possible this time of year.
I hope your fall feels like it lasts a lifetime.



Literary lovelies, are nay of you a fan of this time of year? 

I would love to know some of your favourite things about what this season brings. 

May you all remain as safe as can be cuddled in a knit sweater drinking something warm preferable not pumpkin spice. (I did indeed just type that – may we forever remain friends!)


Honestly Austen

Postscript: My original postscript had me complaining on how the changes to WordPress weren’t allowing me to maintain the usual look my self-love Sunday notes takes BUT I think I figured it out! Take that technology! 

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