You know that feeling when you’re at a party and you know it’s technically time to leave, but the DJ just put on your favorite song and you’re suddenly fluent in the art of “one more dance”?
Yeah, that’s me with October right now.
This is the last week, folks. The final frontier. And I’m not ready to say goodbye to crunchy leaves, pumpkin spice everything (don’t judge!), or the absolute genius of a good cozy sweater. I’m currently lobbying Mother Nature for a month-long extension and a re-vote on the whole “seasons” concept. Who needs winter when you have perfectly crisp air and leaves that look like they’re on fire?
My Mindful Mile today involved some serious reconnaissance. I was on the lookout for any rogue orange leaves to bring home and display prominently, possibly under a “Do Not Disturb Until December” sign. I even considered whispering sweet nothings to a few stubbornly vibrant trees, just in case positive affirmations can keep their chlorophyll going. (Spoiler: They probably can’t, but a girl can dream!)
I’m pretty sure my neighbors saw me trying to gently coax a particularly beautiful crimson leaf to “just hold on a little longer!” while simultaneously sipping a lukewarm cider. It’s fine. They’re used to my methods.
So, if you see me walking around with a giant net trying to catch falling foliage, or humming Halloween tunes in mid-November, just know I’m fighting the good fight.
We’ve got seven precious days left to savor every single bit of this glorious month. Let’s make them count!

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