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What is your favorite season of year? Why?
Rainy days followed by perfect sunshine. Bookshopping. Back-to-school supplies. Hot coffee in your favourite café. Crimson leaves. Golden light. That sudden sweep, rushing through the trees. Crisp mornings with baby-blue skies. Long coats. Hats, gloves, laced-up boots. The first silly socks. That hint of snow in the air. Snuggling close on benches. Woodsmoke. Rain-wet pines. Thunderstorms. Candles. Pumpkin, pecan, or sweat potato pie.
#autumn
What is your favorite holiday? Why is it your favorite?
Christmas because vibes, mulled wine, and five billion types of cookies, cakes, and chocolate.
Snow, if you’re lucky, pretty lights, ridiculous movies you watch because tradition (you secretly like it), and season-appropriate music (jingle all the way).
Be silly, be cringe, it’s Yuletime.
#humpday
What is your favorite restaurant?
That one eatery with the wilted menus, fake flowers, and bad lighting.
Something unknown’s on mute, flickering across an ancient TV in the top corner. A radio is playing somewhere, you can barely hear the music. There’s a teen at the register, bored but dutiful, and a kid battling their homework at a random table. Pots and pans can be heard, something delicious is sizzling. A woman hurries busily between the tables, an older relative is yelling in the back.
Such eateries exist everywhere, and the food is always exactly what you needed, right at that moment.
Like lighthouses in the dark, these hidden gems are human, necessary, and perfect.
#mondaymood
What are your morning rituals? What does the first hour of your day look like?
What’s your name. Name only. Brayden. Ok. Brayden, are we married? That’s an easy question to answer. Are we married? Didn’t think so. Do you buy my groceries, Brayden? No. Are you currently in my employ? Not to my knowledge or yours, apparently. Why are you standing. Sit down. Good. Who sent you? If you have to think about it, then you don’t know, and if you don’t know, then you were contracted, and if you were contracted to ask me these questions, Brayden, then we all have a problem. Class, what is the first rule of answering questions? You in the blue sweater. Never answer without legal representation. Exactly. Brayden, what are you doing? No, stay. There’s a lesson to be learned here about why you should always know who you’re talking to. Which, as we have all seen, you don’t. Now, sit down and pay attention. I guarantee you, you will need this later. Don’t trust me, ask them. You will.
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You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
Always celebrate your wins. #mondaymood
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