I’m suffering withdrawal symptoms now that my 100 Days of Summer challenge has come to an end. It became such a big part of my life over the last few months that suddenly stopping feels… well, wrong.
So, imagine my delight when I spotted a book in
a local shop—almost like a sign from above—telling me that maybe, just maybe,
it’s time for a new challenge.
Now, the teacher in me knows full well that
autumn technically runs through August, September, and October. But let’s be
honest: schools are closed in August, summer holidays end in September, and
that’s when autumn truly begins in my book. Which means I have about 60
glorious days of autumn to fill.
Autumn has always been a favourite of mine—the
colours, the crisp air, that cozy feeling as evenings start to draw in. Well,
right up until the clocks go back and the evenings are bunched. That’s when the mood dips. So my plan? Make the
most of every single day before the dark evenings arrive to ruin the party.
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