I can’t wait for Autumn.
Okay so here’s the thing…
I hate summer.
It’s a bold statement to make, I know, but every year I fall
into the trap of expectation, and every year I’m left with the disappointing
reality.
Expectation – hot days, hot nights, hot sun… at all times!
Reality – a few sunbathe-worthy days. Granted, this year we
seemed to get a good spell of heat, and you could almost plan something for the
week ahead with the guarantee of good weather… almost. But then the torrential
downpours arrived. And the pointlessly boiling days when the sun barely made an
appearance.
Expectation – We were going to make like the summer tumblr
tag, and do the things those moronic smiling beach babes were doing. So you
packed things for a BBQ didn’t you, and headed optimistically for the beach!
Woooo!
Reality - Where you got sand on everything, mainly the food.
And got approximately 30minutes of relaxation before you were almost mauled by
a passing Rottweiler and were serenaded by the sweet sounds of the Jeremy Kyle
rejects sitting 20yards away with their white shite-ning.
Expectation – beach body, bikini body, babelicious beauty
bellyless body.
Reality – I should have that cake… because it’s SUMMER.
Logic – fail, body – frumpy, cake – goooood!
Okay so maybe I’m being unfair. Maybe I’m just having a moan
for the sake of it. But I’m allowed, I don’t enjoy summer, and I don’t care who
knows it. It’s uncomfortable, it drags, it makes you notice almost all the
things about your body that you loathe, and most of all… it never lives up to
expectation.
Unlike Autumn.
Autumn doesn’t pretend to be your friend. Autumn is upfront
and honest.
“Look, I’m mostly gonna be wet and miserable. You’re gonna
be cold, you’re gonna never want to leave your bed, and you’re gonna get little
to no direct sunlight. BUT, you’ll start to ADORE the little things.”
So yeah, your shopping trip is going to be dire. Your primark
bag is going to get soggy and fall apart and you’re going to end up on a bus,
wet to your skin clutching your new purchases to your chest like a life jacket
on the titanic… but when you finally arrive home looking like stig of the dump,
imagine how wonderful everything will be. Making a cup of tea, putting your
pyjamas on (coz it’s dark outside, you’re allowed!) sticking the fire on and
watching Bridget Jones’ Diary with some chocolate and slippersocks. BLISS!
So yes, Autumn is a bit glum, a bit dreary… but at least it isn’t
lying, cheating, fill-you-with-hopes-&-expectation-then-dash-it-all Summer!
I rest my case.
(I’ll be doing a follow up post about things to look forward
to in Autumn soon)
Until then, take care. Taz x
