Almanac be damned
There are too many things that go bump in the night.
There are too many tears shed by good people.
I can’t fix most of those things, but I know now, at the ripe, wise age of 40, to be any good, to do any good in the world, I have to celebrate the things that replenish my energy, that reinvigorate my spirit, and that soothe my own ills.
So, I’ve decided that I’m not waiting until September 23rd. Fall comes today.
At the very least, it feels a bit like Fall outside and inside, so I embrace a few things about Fall that bring happy to my little world:
Taking the time to savor each step of the coffee experience, from grind to drop.
Cooking from scratch, since I seem to cook less and less during the hot months.
Reading a good book, a real book, not a Kindle on the fly. Plus snuggling.
Tomorrow. Tomorrow and all that it will bring, that’s for tomorrow.
Today is for me.