I’m quite schizophrenic when it comes to Autumn. On the one hand, I hate the cold nights, the dry skin, the static hair and not knowing what to wear because it’s not yet Winter. Running becomes difficult and excuses not to run become easier to find. But on the other hand, there’s nothing more majestic than driving through Jo’burg and seeing the beautiful colours of Autumn as the leaves start falling.

My Autumn has arrived with many highs as well as lows…

KK’s business trip away confirmed… going to my first Jewish wedding… a new bird feeder… my mom’s birthday… Mother’s Day… a fun evening out with work colleagues… a day off doing absolutely nothing… a sick (and overweight) dog… a stressed out family member… a best friend who continues to avoid me… a giggle about Julia Roberts… a foot massage that made me cry… a suicide of a stranger… lunch in the park with the girls… flowers blooming in my garden… the passing away of a tweep… plantar fasciitis which is healing slowly… and a 15km running race which made me realise my running mojo is returning.

Yes. Autumn has definitely arrived and as much as I think it will remain sunny forever, it won’t. Things change, whether I like it or not. Seasons change. There’s no stopping it and Winter is on its way.