I don’t think I thought Autumn was ever going to come this year. Once Summer kicked in it seemed very settled didn’t it? However, when my alarm went off at 6am on Monday after two weeks of late(er) get ups, suddenly all the signs were there that time had been moving on. It was pitch black all of a sudden and I couldn’t find my slippers under the bed which was a bit of a pain because there was a distinct chill in the air.
So the nights draw in, the leaves are in freefall and I’m off to Primark to buy tights. (The heat will not be going on until strictly necessary though. We are paid up members of the “Put another jumper on!” club). And I start to get that September feeling. It would be too strong a statement to say that September is a mental health issue for me – and it certainly would be an insult to those who have proper seasonal based depression. But I do have to watch myself this time of year. Because, September for me, is the living embodiment of the idea that time is passing quicker and quicker and maybe even getting away from me a little. And it’s not as if the Bible contradicts me on this..
What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. James 4
This year I am trying to embrace September and Autumn generally a little more positively. Because there are nice things. I was reading this week about a lady who said that September is her January. Partly, it is because her children start a new school year and it seems more sensible to re-boot everything then. But she said that September has a feel about it – a change of gear and she uses this to sort herself out a bit.
Soooo, I am thinking of doing an Autumn Bucket List, it will have all the things I would like to do/achieve in Autumn this year. Not just “Lose a stone” (although, to be frank, some attention in that area is certainly overdue) but also, places I would like to go, things I would like to watch/read and low key preparations for an event that I think happens towards the end of December. I want to make sure that we get out of the house (wrapped up well obviously) and don’t just lie face down on the settee every evening until bedtime. So I am going to make a list and try not to spend more time trying to find a pretty list on Instagram than I do actually writing it.
All of this though runs alongside our looking into selling the house. We have been skirting around the outside of the idea and a couple have gone up for sale on our road and sold really quickly so we are probably going to try and strike while the iron is hot. I am aware that this is one of the most stressful things a person can do (apart from death and divorce which I can easily see following on from trying to move home) and stressful September may not be the best time to do this but we are giving it a pop. It’s not urgent but we both think that we are ready to downsize into a flat that doesn’t mean spending weekends hanging off Victorian feature corniches trying to paint them. So I have been attempting to “style” the offsprings’ bedrooms. With little success really. You are supposed to make your home look like somewhere people would like to live, like an Instagram photo. The girly’s bedroom isn’t so bad (see wardrobe above – realistic ha?) but the boy’s is different because he has taken his bed and it is a bit difficult to make a bedroom look appealing without a..er.. Bed.
How are you lot with Autumn – all happy with mists and fruitfulness and Strictly? Probably just me then. Anyway. So that’s the plan Mes Braves. Planning is the thing! Yes!
We may make our plans, but God has the last word. Proverbs 16