in repair.

sunday breakfast is one of those things that i really love but rarely do. i either don't want to get up early, don't want to spend the money, or just forget. but today i woke up at a decent hour, and my b.f.f. k. (who is a teacher and thus always wakes up at a decent hour, even on sundays) and i headed to station 400, my favorite breakfast spot here in sarasota, where we sat at a high-top table, sipped coffee, ate eggs and waffles and fruit, and recapped our weekend adventures.

i've felt happier this weekend than i have over the last few weeks, and i think it's partly because i've committed to this idea that i need to do things that make me happy, and not put -- or keep -- myself in situations that aren't good for my mental health. i didn't do anything that creative this weekend, aside from baking these delicious cookies, but just the idea that the wheels are turning is enough for me, for the moment.

and then there's fall. i felt it in the air this weekend -- last night as i was walking into my friend's housewarming party; this morning as i walked to my car on the way to breakfast. there's a change in the air, and i can't get enough of it -- it's spilling over into every aspect of my life, and i'm finding myself thinking that i need to be open to more possibilities instead of taking comfort in the security of my normal routine.

i think the word i'm looking for to describe all this may be hope.

and that's always a good thing.

photos of this morning's breakfast by me.