At the risk of sounding like a stereotypical Brit who always talks about the weather, that’s pretty much what I’m going to do today, because this time of year can be just plain awkward for me sometimes.
Sure, I love how pretty autumn looks with all the colours and stuff, but at the moment it’s neither nice and warm nor freezing cold, which means that my body can’t decide if I’m hot or cold. This mostly just leaves me feeling a bit unwell a lot of the time with that tired, achy, shaky, cold feeling. I’m pretty sure you know the one.
It probably won’t be too long before there’s ice and frost around in the mornings either, which mean that I’ll have to be more careful and choosy about when I leave the house. I always worry about black ice that you can’t see because it blends into the pavement, or ice that gets buried under fallen leaves, or the fact that I might slip on them if they’re wet.
Basically I don’t really look forward to this time of year from an independence point of view, and maybe that could have something to do with what’s been getting me down lately, even if I’m not aware of it.
Still, there are lots of things I love about autumn and winter, like fluffy pyjamas and endless cups of tea, so I guess it’s not all bad, right?