It hit me today, as I was driving along a back road … leaves swirling around me …

Fall. It’s here. I know. Where have I been? In all fairness … I feel like it snuck up on me. As though it was insta-fall.

Or maybe that’s me with life lately … insta everything? Including Instagram, which we all know — I love love love me some Insta.

I’m kinda obsessed with it. Just kinda.

Now that I realized it’s fall, I feel like every minute that I’m not outside, appreciating and basking in the generalness that is fall — of colorful leaves and crisp air and ideal temperature days with no humidity — I am losing it.

It being fall — not me or mind … at least not yet. We need to wait to see what happens come winter on that end. Give me a few months.

I guess sometimes … I feel, or maybe it’s that I put, too much pressure on myself to enjoy.

I can recognize the joy and the beauty of the day … and I want this recognition to be enough. But it doesn’t feel like enough … guilt begins to set in …

That I’m not carving a pumpkin or out on some hayride. Or lost in a cornmaze. Which — I can never even figure those things out. Even the ones for kids.

It’s a balance I’m trying to strike. To be okay with not doing. With slowing down. And allowing that slowness. Same with the recognition … it is all enough. I am enough. You are enough.

Together, we are all already enough.

Work in progress … right?