The weeks seem to be racing by, and I'm powerless to stop them. Soon October, with its beautiful weather and cinammon-spiced everything, will be over.
This fall has been such a contrast to those of the past four years in my life. From 2010-13, I work as the curator at a small museum and was responsible for inventing/pulling off all their programming. Given my obsession with a certain yule-themed holiday, I always planned a massive event for the first weekend in December. This meant, of course, that I spent the majority of fall planning, crafting, scouting and working my ass off to pull together a massive family craft/music/history/neighbourhood/charity event. I poured all my energy into a single weekend, leaving me with nothing but frustration, anxiety and stress to share with friends and family. It made me feel simultaneously amazing/awful.
Now that I've transitioned to a new job, I no longer have the overwhelming responsibility of delivering holiday bonanzas and can focus on enjoying the fall however I like. This means that I'm spending most of October enjoying all things spooky, creepy, gothic and dark. My clothing, reading and watching habits have all changed.
Right now, I have a seriously lust for black lace and denim. I don't know why, but it just seems so right.