September For Some Reason!
Fall into fall into fall into fall into fall into...
Hullo, welcome to choitotheworld. I’m Mary H.K. Choi, a New York Times Bestselling Author, Essayist, screenwriter and AuDHD person living in New York (for some reason). I also identify as a person with a history of disordered eating. Join me each week (neurospiciness permitting) for a wee chat about brains and creativity. And lurk at my other hijinks here or else here.
Oh, September.
I feel so morose! I can’t help it. It’s so sunny and beautiful but I am full of lament and torment and all the ments.*
What I mean by that is that I’m depressed that it’s September but it’s admittedly fake depression because it’s more that I want to be wearing sweaters already and staring out at middle distance from a train.
Which is also to say that I mostly have a preemptive cry trapped in my body somewhere about the next episode of The Summer I Turned Pretty.
God, I am ready. I am SO ready.
UGH. What does anyone DO with this time of year?
And what is one supposed to do with this weird half-week with its Monday lopped off? It’s so disorienting. Like jet lag to the power of daylight savings. So misleading!
