Autumn doesn’t have to be about ‘hunkering down’ in the boring sense. It can be about retreating to recharge. Put the kettle on. Light the cheap candle. Watch the Great British Bake Off without feeling guilty that you aren’t baking along with them.
Here at Closer , we’ve noticed a trend in your emails this month. They aren’t about the latest TOWIE drama or the X Factor judging panel’s new haircuts. They’re about guilt . Guilt that you haven’t lost the ‘holiday weight’. Guilt that you’re already planning a Netflix marathon instead of a night out. Guilt that your washing-up pile looks like the Leaning Tower of Pisa.
So let’s get one thing straight, ladies. Closer Magazine September 2012 Pdf 12
That isn’t sad. That is survival.
In 2012, we are expected to be available 24/7. We are expected to have the body of Cheryl Cole, the patience of the Queen, and the social life of Kate Middleton. It’s a fantasy. And it’s making us miserable. Autumn doesn’t have to be about ‘hunkering down’
So here is your permission slip, dated September 2012. Tear it out. Stick it on the fridge.
We are exhausted. And the beauty industry knows it. Suddenly, every advert is shouting about ‘resilience’ serums and ‘detox’ teas. They want you to fix yourself before the Christmas party season begins. But here’s the truth: You don’t need a detox. You need a pause . Light the cheap candle
Remember that promise you made yourself in June? “This summer, I’ll relax.” Did you? Or did you spend July worrying about the credit card bill, August stressing about the kids being bored, and the first week of September pretending you love making packed lunches?
Permission to cancel plans without a medical emergency. Permission to eat the leftover pasta standing up and call it dinner. Permission to admit that you don’t love the Fifty Shades trilogy. Permission to go to bed at 9:15pm on a Saturday.
There’s a particular kind of sadness that creeps in around the third week of September. The BBQ tongs are back in the drawer. The last of the rosé has been drunk. And somehow, even though it’s still technically ‘back to school’ season, we’re already feeling the weight of those darker nights pressing against the window pane.