
One of my favorite prints from Abby Powell Thompson, purchased at Little Winter 2010.
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I don't know what it is, but around this time of year, I always feel like I'm on autopilot. Maybe because all the activities and busyness that come with the fall season slowly drain and suck the energy out of me, leaving me to feel more passive about my surroundings. Which is how I've been feeling lately. My body is still here, doing the normal things that I'm accustomed to, but my mind is in a bit of a wandering state, neither here nor there. Not exactly dead, but certainly not sparkling either. Like it desperately wants to find something that will make it feel alive again, but it's unsure of what. Maybe it's one of those things that will make sense and click once it sees it. And by it, I mean me.
Any tips for getting rid of the pre-winter blues?