Every pun intended.

If you know me and talk to me throughout the year or four seasons, you would know I am a summer baby, through and through. I live for humidity, crop tops, and a constant temperature of 85 and over. It’s not so much about the beach life or vacations, although I do wish it was easier and less expensive to do all that. It’s always been about the simplicity for me. Less makeup and clothing, imperfect natural waves, accessible farmer markets, and a mini tropical paradise that lives within the city streets.

And, this year I say good bye once again, but I don’t hate it…

If there is one thing that this virus taught me, it was to appreciate the simple things in any situation. And I’ve come to realize there is still a simplicity in the Fall. I found myself excited to wear sweaters and accepting the use pants in my own home. I have gravitated towards neutral colors and turning on the oven more often to bake up some much needed comfort food and sweets.

Maybe, because I’ve been accustomed to being home, the outside doesn’t seem so bad. A year ago, I was hustling between three jobs. Traveling to the Bronx, Queens, Brooklyn, and back to Manhattan. Worn out and tired, I dreaded the cold. With five months off, my definition of home became more important than ever. I created it and I’m excited to share it with others this fall and hopefully winter.

Nourishing my body, I focused on what I needed to add in. Cooking more and more vegetables. Phasing out the sweet bell peppers and welcoming the grounding potato, carrot, and beet medleys to come. Baking cakes and hopefully soon to be pies that I have no choice but to share. I’m hoping to share them not just physically, but through the what I always knew, this blog.

Although, I had more than enough time to work on anything and everything I could have wanted, some things required a little more work. Nourishing my body, which I’m more accustomed to doing wasn’t enough. Of course, everything is connected. For the second time, I will recommit to going to therapy and launching my business. Recommitting is one of the hardest things I believe. You already are too familiar with the feeling and possibility of some kind of “failure”. This transition season, I am transitioning my thoughts and desires to guide me into the life I was meant to live.

This year, I don’t have the cleanse for you to try or the steps for you to follow. I only have the honesty of what it’s been like and the plan I intend to follow. How have your plans changed? Not just with work and a new norm, but a whole different vision or feeling you never saw coming. I encourage you to let it ride this season. Fall in love with these changes.