Confession: I have just purchased my Christmas cards for next year.
Enter Papyrus 50% off sale.
Enter glitter and sparkle and 3D effects.
And now I have a collection of Christmas cards that I will in all likelihood forget about before next December.
No matter, I am admittedly resistless to anything Christmas.

And speaking of cards…thank you for the birthday wishes, everyone! Here is one of my favorites:

I dabble.

Some days I want to talk about baking (I love baking!), some days I want to talk about wine (I also love wine). Some days I want to be profound, sophisticated, and purposeful, and other days I just want to be goofy and girly all ribboned together in one pretty package.

So I dabble.

I try different things. I like to say I'll give anything a chance once. I'm not a picky eater, I'm not afraid of too many things. I have Dave Matthews right next to Kenny Chesney and Rihanna on my ipod. I read Kurt Vonnegut but have a James Patterson sitting right underneath it.

Like I said, I dabble. And that's really ok with me.

Split Decision.
Question: Which do you like better, spring or fall?

Spring:
Pros-relief from bitter cold, budding, sandals, Easter, anticipation of summer
Cons-

Fall:
Pros-Colors! Costumes, wreaths, Starbucks Christmas cups, twinkle lights, crunchy leaves, pumpkin spice, chunky-knit sweaters, fireplaces, brisk morning runs, candelight dinner parties, hot chocolate with marshmallows, toasty kitchens
Cons-

See my dilemma?? I like them both. Of course I do, I can never make decisions like this. Because I like both. I want both. I want chunky sweaters and flip-flops. I want iced tea and piping hot pumpkin lattes.
What's a girl to do?

I suppose I accept that I like each season just as much- but at different times, for different reasons.
Right now, I am in love with fall. But ask me again in January when I'm pale as a ghost and feeling frost-bitten to the core, and I'll surely come back with a different answer.
And that's OK.

Caught in a moment.

And wouldn't you know it...
Late summer is shaping up to be my favorite time of all.

I love the warm air in the morning, high rises glimmering with the reflection of the low sun.
There's something to be said for trying to hold on to a piece of the night, the weekend, the week before.
It's a way to keep the magic alive. And you know what I say? Keep it. Relive it.
Sometimes, it's okay to be caught in a moment.

It's OK to be inspired by pockets of wisdom gathered here and there.

I believe that certain people are magnetic; try as they might

they will always be drawn together.

It's like that great Wedding Planner quote:

They can't help but wondering,

what if what I think is great, really is great?

But not AS great, as something Greater?

I think I'm like that with the city too. Regardless of where I am

I never lose an image of me walking the early morning streets;

coffee wafting, taxis cruising by, a healthy bustle of suits and briefcases.

I think that's one reason why I'm worried about next year; I'm not

sure where I'll be. But I'll always come back. You can't ignore the pull.

It’s OK if you believe in the power of

It’s OK if the most inspirational moment of your day ocurred while you were watching Grey’s.

I matter,

WE matter,

PEOPLE matter.

It’s OK if you care about what you know, as long as people know you Care.