Even though my colour palette is cool toned, I love the fire gradients that appear on the leaves, the actual shifting of the seasons. The sharp left turn towards winter (long and arduous). This year I’m finding it difficult to connect with it. My mood is low; the glimmers of appreciation for decorative gourds and chai are less than average.
Trying to stretch more and expand into it has not been all that helpful, to be honest. I also feel like divulging this is all one giant vulnerable shame ball (even though I know better. I know better. I KNOW BETTER.)
But the darkness also gives me strengths.