It’s Still Hot But I’m Emotionally in October

My wardrobe is fall but my thermostat says betrayal

It is September. The stores are covered in plaid. Instagram is full of leaves. The seasonal candles are out here screaming names like woodland dusk and haunted cinnamon orchard. Everyone is pretending it is sweater weather.

It is not.

It is still hot. My thighs are still sticking to this chair. And I am personally offended.

I want to be in October. Mentally, spiritually, emotionally, I am there. But physically I am still in an air conditioned prison with a fan I do not even like looking at.

Let’s talk about it.

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Seasonal Affective Denial: The September Edition

Everything feels off and I am tired of pretending it doesn’t

It is September. Technically. Allegedly. According to calendars and the people at Target who already have Halloween stuff on display. But let’s be honest. It still feels like August. The sun is rude. The air is heavy. And my skin is still sweating like it got left behind in July’s group chat.

And yet.

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