The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up | Marie Kondo
Station Eleven | Emily St. John Mandel
Jane Eyre | Charlotte Bronte
The War of Art | Steven Pressfield
Shades of Milk and Honey | Mary Robinette Kowal
Anna and the French Kiss | Stephanie Perkins
The Guernsey Potato Peel Pie Society | Annie Barrows and Maryann Shaffer
*The Secret Diaries of Charlotte Brontë by Syrie James
Bathed in Summer's afterglow, I am September's daughter. As the sun is reborn in the glowing ember caressing leaves ruby and goldenrod, the wind turns crisp with my thoughts of the future.
The past few years have made me into an Autumn girl. I love the crisp refreshing air that touches ground at 12am the day after my birthday, and how it's still nice enough for strolls through a gallery of colors in the park yet cold enough to remind us to be warm to others. It gives us an excuse to cuddle, and knit blankets and cook meals instead of takeaway, and flavor everything we can with pumpkin spice. At least that's how it feels to me. But this new start carries with it a huge awakening for me.
This month will bring me into an entirely new decade of life. It's both thrilling and surreal and seems to carry with it the permission to walk unabashed. But more on that when the day comes. I like the thought of physical journeys where God catapults us into new people we'd never meet without out comfort taken away for a short while. Spiritual Journeys where you find God waiting at your front door with two lattes wanting to show you a new side of Him. And Emotional journeys that grate sometimes but in the end you are in the right place at the right time to become that woman. I love being on the other side of these journeys more most times. But with this new start, I'd like to embrace the living of these journeys, and each captivating, spontaneous, butterfly feeling moment of them.
"One day" is just another excuse to pine, while "today" stands unloved waiting for me to stop ignoring it.