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Fall

This is my favorite time of year....

I love everything about it, temps cooler in the evening with sunny days and crisp air.  That smell, even though it's rotting leaves, okay..........the colors, the way the sun seems brighter to me........

I love not having to wear a winter coat or worry about snow and ice, but getting to wear jeans and cozy sweaters. I start to get that hibernating urge and i collect "projects" and books to keep me occupied in preparation for the winter.  I pack away the summer clothes and take out the winter clothes which always feels like getting new clothes to me. 

Even so, I can't wait to finish my "closet" which is a whole room.  I feel so lucky to have a whole room to put just my "stuff" in.  A total girl room. White furs, crystals, mirrors, plush, soft.......like me.  I don't just feel lucky.  I AM lucky.

Unpacking is pretty much done.  I threw a lot out.  I have a huge box of things to bring to Good Will and I STILL have the questionables.  Keep? will i regret getting rid of?   Out you go.

The biggest thing on my mind right now is changing how i eat.  I tried the damn shakes and they are just awful.  And they aren't cheap.  Screw that noise.  So now i'm going to try Hello Fresh and hopefully learn how to cook a few new tasty dishes. 

There are options is what i'm thinking.  So the excuses are no longer valid.  Looks like that kitchen i just re-organized is about to get a workout.  Wish me luck.

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