as autumn slides into winter
It’s been awhile, hasn’t it? I keep telling myself I’ll get back on the blogging horse and then things happen. Many happiness-inducing things.
It begins to get cold, I slip into hibernation mode, and I somehow convince myself that I absolutely have to rewatch all six seasons of “How I Met Your Mother” and eat as much breakfast as possible. I have to wear my favorite cream knit hat and go the farmer’s market and talk too much about Ryan Gosling; I must bake many pumpkin things and drink whiskey drinks and read Tina Fey’s book, Bossypants and laugh so loudly that it’s a little inappropriate.
I absolutely must spend an inordinate amount of time in the kitchen and forget to take photos of pretty much anything I make. I have to squeeze in as many Thanksgivings as possible with friends and family and light a lot of candles in my apartment and string up twinkling lights that I leave on when I sleep because it makes me feel cozier. I have to swing from holiday to holiday, spending evenings trick-or-treating with a sassy little pirate, beginning to decorate Christmas trees with my mom, baking things in Mason jars, making fabulously buttery tri-colored birthday cakes, and reveling in the joy of the first snowfall.
It’s been busy, yet not busy at all with anything big. My days have been pleasantly filling with small moments and it’s been amazing. It is a sweet, sweet thing to be content, to be happy, and to be present in the goodness that is my everyday kind of life.