I’m so in love with autumn

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For me the 1st of September means that it is already autumn. There are no red leaves yet, but I already feel autumn is here. I am not talking only about the rainy days that are more frequent nowadays. It is in the air, or there is something wrong with my nose. I don’t care. I can’t hide my excitement.

Ever since I was a child, autumn was more special to me than Christmas itself. Maybe we are more drawn to the season we were born in or maybe autumn really has something special. For me autumn is so cozy: the air is pleasant, the autumn clothes are the most comfortable, the colors make me think I am in another realm.

Everything is so beautiful. Nothing about autumn makes me feel depressed or sad. I like all the seasons because this is how I want to be, to appreciate everything the way it is. I don’t like the cold, but I like winter because it’s part of my life and because there is beauty even in the cold days. I don’t like the heat waves, but summer is so beautiful and green and it makes me feel so motivated.

Autumn in the countryside is one of the most beautiful things one can see and experience. The colors, the crops, the abundance, the satisfaction of hard work, the coziness… everything is there to make you the happiest person on Earth. This year I will experience another autumn, but in the city. It is the first time to experience autumn in this town that became my new home. I am trying to enjoy every moment of this new season, with gratitude, hope and joy. I take walks and I try to observe how things change everyday, how they transform into something else.

Autumn always makes me think about change. Autumn makes me positive about change, it makes me better at accepting and embracing change, because even if uncomfortable, change can be so beneficial and beautiful. Autumn is beautiful even as a metaphor.

I welcome you autumn with all my heart. The coziest season of all is here again and I am ready to have the best autumn. With a positive mind and a heart full of hope and joy, I wish we could all have a happy autumn, one full of happy experiences, growth and healthy habbits.

As always, thank you for reading.

September stories for when I forget what is happiness

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And then it was once again September
No matter how hard I think about it, September is my favorite month. A feeling of coziness and gratefulness embraces my heart and mind, and I start thinking about all the nice moments, about the things that I have, about the people in my life. I feel grateful to everything and everyone. I feel so creative that I end up procrastinating and only doing a small part of all the things that I want to do. And it is okay to do so, because now I know that I have to take things slowly sometimes, that productivity is not the norm and that self care is the most important.

The mornings are colder, but the warmth of the day makes me appreciate these days even more, and thus they become perfect to me. The work hours are long and sometimes boring, but when I finish I know what to do with my time. You learn to spend time wisely and you enjoy it at the fullest when you have less time for what you really want to do. I spend more time preparing breakfast because it became the most important meal and a healing time.

There are frequent power outages during work hours, but I learnt to turn these moments into opportunities. While it affects my schedule, it is in my power to decide what to do with that time so it won’t be wasted. I go for a long breakfast, meditation or yoga, and I prepare my mind for stressful moments that are never too late to appear. My birthday in September teaches me that I am not only older, but also wiser.

I was told I would make a good jam maker
I love making jam and I was told I would make a good jam maker. Isn’t that funny? I’ll tell you something funnier. Keep reading.

Jam maker… Is there such a job out there? I don’t know about that, but I think making jam is my newest hobby. Picking the fruits, washing and cutting them, adding the right amount of sugar (I still need to learn what is the right amount), waiting for syrup to form and then boiling the mix is like a ritual. It is a healing and cathartic time. And it feeds you when you need it.

I was told that I would make a good jam maker. But guess who told me that… my sister! That’s the funniest part. How can she say that when she built strong arms trying to take out of the jar this year’s last raspberry jam? Is she only about the taste or is she that much into sports? What I am trying to say here is that you cannot be right without being wrong and there is no success without a few or more failures. Embrace failure like I did with that jam that has at least a good taste. So what if it’s hard to take it out of the jar? I can imagine that I am eating lollipops.

1 year of blogging
Somehow time passed and I managed to stay around and to say pass to those thoughts about giving up blogging. It is thanks to my friends, to fellow bloggers who’s blogging journey and advice encouraged me to continue, and of course to me. I feel the need to thank myself for not giving up, and for trying one more time, even when I wasn’t sure what I was doing anymore.

And I want to thank you all for taking the time to read my stories and leave comments. Thanks to you readers, I felt more like becoming a writer. And I felt happy when you shared your thoughts with me, a person you don’t know in real life. I hope 1 year to become many more.

Thank you for reading and have a beautiful autumn.