I spent most of October wondering what was wrong with me that I was constantly tired and vaguely sad.
And then I understood.
I’ve been fighting natural rhythms again.
I realized a few years ago that life has lost its cycles. There are many cycles, and one of the most important is seasons: why do we have the same work hours whether the sun is up 16 or 8 hours, the same activities at a 30°C difference?
So I’m embracing seasons again.
Today, I’m under a soft and thick plaid with a scented candle and a hot tea. In a couple of weeks, I’ll probably go out to the local second-hand shop to grab a couple of Christmas garlands − I don’t need much! Just enough to mark the passage of time. And maybe this will also be the season of spiced black tea and hot chocolate, when right now I’m all about spaghetti squash and pan-fried mushrooms.
Seasons are nice. Fighting against them to keep the same rhythm and activities costs a lot of energy. It’s so much better to embrace them.