When summer ends every year it seems like the whole world gets excited. There's the arrival of Fall, which everyone loves for the dying leaves, the chilly temps that force them to wear too many clothes, the dubious charms of Pumpkin Spice everything, the holidays of too much indulgence and over-eating alongside family members they avoid for the rest of the year. At the very end of it Santa doesn't arrive but everyone spends too much money on gifts and pretends they're happy while lying to their kids. Fall is, in my opinion, a season that brings out the worst in people. I tolerate it rather than go along with everyone else and pretend I like it. The only reason I welcome Winter, a season that I also don't care for, is because it means Fall is over . It's easy to become depressed when you're trapped in a time of year filled with things and holidays that make you unhappy. The trick, I've learned, is to focus on the few things you do like and let those ...
Since I was recently diagnosed with yet another health problem, it's become even more important for me to exercise as much as possible. I like walking with my guy by this lake near our home at sunet. No matter what happens, nature always manages to restore my calm. This time of year the sky tends to be spectacular, too. The new diagnosis did not surprise me. It's been a long, rough, and pretty ugly year, and the pressure on me has been constant, unrelenting (and at times overwhelming) for the last nine months. Naturally there would be fallout from that. I'm finally free of what caused it, and my life has returned to the quiet serenity and simplicity that I will forever onward appreciate. If I can spend the last three months of 2026 in peace, I will be grateful.