Fall weather has arrived on the scene, and I, for one, am ready.  What I’m not ready for is the whooshing noise that takes me from Back-to-School night to New Year’s Day in the blink of an eye.  It happens every year.

What I am ready for:  sweaters, football games, fireplaces, hot chili and sweatpants… and cuddling up inside of piles of warm blankets.  I’m ready to see my breath in the morning and use my window defroster in the car.  I’m ready for crunchy leaves under my feet and jackets and hibernating weeds.  I’m ready to go on a long run without feeling like I stuck my head in the oven.  I’m ready for the smell of wood-burning fireplaces and the musky scent of harvested fields and turned-over earth.    

I’m ready to embrace the world as it stands before me and greet it consistently with an open heart.  I’m ready to leap out of my comfort zone and into new stories with happy endings.  I want to do things I’ve never done and learn things I didn’t know.  I want to pull myself to a higher level of being.

I’m ready for… sex.  Lots and lots of it.  I want to have sex until I say, “Enough!”  I want to be ravaged and overpowered and released from the position of Controller –  and be loved in the middle of all of that.  I want a connection that will set off fireworks.  I want constant energy and excitement that makes me wet and willing all day and all night.  I want goosebumps.

I’m ready.  Let’s go.

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