Just. Look at what I did.
I lit this candle, I made ginger-seasoned cookies (which are weird since I had no molasses or canned pumpkin), I wore jeans, I made hot tea, I even dressed my boy in his checkered flannel.
Two years ago I didn’t even try to be patient, and I never would’ve thought it possible, but by the time true Autumn came, mid-October, I was over it. Perish the thought, I know, but it really did happen, that’s how bad I was at just pretending it was Fall before it was time. (With the help of many candles, the Internet, and a gargantuan electric bill to pay for the cool “weather” I was determined to experience in August).
Sad, embarrassing, true story. Learn from the tragedies of my past.