Every year, from May through August, I say, with conviction, that I am a “summer girl” who thrives on sunshine and never wants to give up afternoons spent lying barefoot in the grass, sipping on ice cold cider in a summer dress.
Then, fall comes, and I excitedly swap out my sandals for riding boots, become BFFs with my slow cooker once more, and find nothing more enjoyable than curling up with my cat on the sofa while the pitter patter of rain makes music with apartment’s window sills. Like that, I realize how much I love navy blue sweaters and infinity scarves, and how amazing it feels to come home and crawl into sweat pants. I drop my love of summer like a graduating high school senior leaving his junior girlfriend at home and quickly embracing Thursday night fraternity parties and co-ed dorms.
The only time I ever consider not living in a big city is while I’m in New Mexico. Little rivals the beauty of a Santa Fe sunset, and there is nothing like standing below massive blue skies in the middle of nowhere.
Unfortunate circumstances brought me back home to this beautiful place this past weekend, but I’m thankful to have returned feeling cleansed, rejuvenated and thankful.
This Rumi quote has been stuck in my mind lately, and with so many new beginnings in my world right now, it felt to play around with watercolor effects in Adobe Illustrator and create something inspirational to hang in my home office.