My camera sits in the corner, casually waiting for me to pick it up.
But when I do the pictures I take feel generic and uninspired.
(Although that’s no surprise to me because lately I feel generic and uninspired.)
Things that normally roll off my back, leave me in a tizzy.
Little things annoy me and I snap at the children for being children.
I find myself just sitting and staring. At nothing.
This is not me.
I am not this.
“It’s too early for this”, I tell myself.
I don’t usually bump into The Blah until winter.
Fall is supposed to be my season.
I’m supposed to hit my stride in fall.
As the oppressive heat fades, I begin to perk up.
As the summer slump slips away, I come to life.
This is what I do.
What I always do.
So what’s wrong with me?
The weather is gorgeous.
The smells are perfect.
The sights are glorious.
I only seem to stumble along,
Making do and trying not to slip.
But today? Today I’m fighting back.
Today I’m claiming that Fall is Mine.
And I will celebrate it.
And I will take it all in.
And I will pick up my camera and find my footing again.
Fall is here.
This is my time.
Not only the leaves are changing.