Sweater Weather

Click..Click.. Click.. The seasonal clock finally chimes its progression into Fall. The season ingressed upon the Green Mountain appropriately fashioned in newly shifting colors adorned with a torrent of rain and wind. And the air has begun its short but glorious average run of 65/45 degrees. The glorious period of harvest and celebration is here.

This year, I appear to be bringing the itch to the season of the witch. Scrtitch. Scratch. Scritch. Scratch. When will my skin be fully healed? At least its on the mend.

I have been spending a far share of time locked in a deep debate with myself about my possible career choices... why put out resumes if the path isnt right.. so Which and what to pursue?! It took me down a rabbit hole. But I have emerged on the otherside knowing fully that I dont necessarily want to go down the path offering the greatest educational commitment and growth. Having ruled out pursuing the behavioral specialist position, I am now ready to embark on the application process down a few available paths and see what comes to pass.

Skritchy scratchy... more benadryl please.