Seasonal Intuition

Don’t get me wrong, I’m not knocking tradition - I’m merely calling out the double standard. I love a good snow-dusted ritual as much as the next person. I’ll happily cozy up with a Hallmark movie, a cup of hot cocoa, and a predictable meet-cute between the small-town baker and the big-city executive who just discovered the meaning of Christmas. A gal can indulge, am I right? We’ll toast to holiday magic like it’s a religion - string lights, cinnamon, and nostalgia so thick i

There’s something about late autumn that feels like a whispered dare - a quiet, smoky challenge to slow down when everything in you still wants to sprint. The air gets crisp, the light thins, and the trees - ever the overachievers - start shedding what no longer serves them like it’s no big deal. Meanwhile, I’m over here arguing with my planner about “productivity” and trying to convince myself that reoganizing the spice cabinet counts as self-care. Classic people-pleaser-me