I’ve never been a fan of the summer, and usually people think that’s really silly. Look. It’s just that it’s hot, and sticky… and I don’t fare well in those conditions.
I’m like the Wicked Witch in the Wizard of Oz quite often, dramatically claiming to be melting.
But do you know what I don’t do in the fall? Melt. In the fall so much is possible. Like, you can do jeans and a t-shirt, or shorts and sweatshirt. You can even be brave and wear summer clothes with a light jacket. OR you can jump right into it and embrace the flannel.
The outfit options are clearly a win, and also they cover more of your body. As someone who isn’t super confident about my looks, I’m all about more clothing. If tents come into fashion, I’m not going to be upset.
And this heat. When will it end? It has me craving fall all the more. I had a tiny bit of a tan going before this heat spell landed on us, but now I’ve returned to my usual yellowish glow.
I hide in the house like a vampire terrified of turning to dust and venture outdoors only after 8 or 9 p.m. Oh, but I do dream of Autumn. Epic beautiful dreams that entail colored leaves, cider, doughnuts, pumpkins, costumes, cute decorations, and horror movies.
Yet, fall rolls around each year and I mostly just manage to wear the flannel shirt and drink lots of coffee (not spiced apple cider). I’m a fall disappointment each year. I disgust me.
More than likely it’s because of teaching, I’m just so busy at the college that the idea of doing anything fun is exhausting. Fall sounds neat, but there’s no time and no energy to do it. Maybe next fall.
Also, for the first time in perhaps my life, I’m really not looking forward to the upcoming change in the season. In fact, I’m kind of dreading it. I think it’s because of all the anxiety I have toward returning to the college. Thank goodness I’m not in a decision making position. Oh. My. I cannot imagine the stress.
I think if I had to make decisions like many administrators are making right now, I would have straight up gained 150 pounds of pure Tortilla Chips and Salsa (with the help of a random bag of Sour Patch kids here and there).
It’s hard to attempt to do the right thing when you’re not quite sure what that right thing is, so I really do feel for anyone making these hard decisions right now, and it makes me feel a teency bit weird about loving fall.
