Late Night Ramblings: What You Missed in September
It’s 2 a.m., and here I am, wide awake, typing into the glow of my laptop because something in me finally whispered, “write it out.” I’ve been in a bit of a slump lately, not in a dramatic, world-is-ending kind of way, but in that quiet, familiar funk where the days blur together and the motivation to document life just… slips. But tonight, I’m feeling inspired. Or maybe just restless. Either way, here I am.
So, here’s what you missed in September, since I sucked at keeping up.
First things first: I’m fully back on my weekly GLP1 injection (shoutout to science), and I’m honestly feeling great. I’ve lost 10 pounds, my clothes are fitting better, and I’m starting to recognize myself again in the mirror, not because of the number on the scale, but because I see her. The girl who’s trying. Who’s showing up. Who’s gentle with herself on the days her reflection feels foreign.
Some days, I still catch myself getting a little too wrapped up in the numbers, the scale, the measurements, the comparisons. But I’m working on it. Every single day. I remind myself that I’m not the girl I was three years ago, or even ten. I’ve grown. I’ve healed. I’ve fallen apart and rebuilt, and I’m finally starting to feel at home in this version of me. Healthier. Happier. Whole.
And speaking of happier, a huge part of that is the people around me. My circle is solid. My friends and family have been my anchor through every up and down, and I genuinely don’t know how I got so lucky.
And then there’s Eric. We’re about six months into our little forever, and it feels easy. Like exhaling after holding your breath for too long. We’re really just enjoying the memories we’re making together, exploring our relationship, and building our foundation. We finished out the month going to one final Phillies game, my total came to 13 for the season, and his an impressive 26. (Yes, he’s that dedicated.)
I also got to spend a night with two of my lifelong friends seeing Hannah Berner, and it was such a blast. We laughed until our stomachs hurt, we drank, we danced, and we definitely paid for it the next morning. Totally worth it.
Eric and I also joined friends for an Eagles tailgate and watched a game at Xfinity, which was electric. We don’t do that every week; most Sundays are spent at home, snuggled up on the couch with snacks, yelling at the TV together. But even that feels electric in its own way. Despite this weekend’s loss, the Eagles are off to a strong start, though they always manage to stress me out regardless.
If you’ve noticed I’ve taken a bit of a pause on The Borderline Between Us, you’re right. I’ve been feeling burnt out from work, from life, from just being on all the time. Some days I’d come home and cry just to feel something, or feel nothing at all, honestly. I’d crawl into bed and just rot. I didn’t want to write, didn’t want to create. But I’ve got to say, Taylor Swift’s new album has been lighting that little creative spark in me again. (Seasonal depression, am I right?)
September wasn’t all slump, though. We squeezed in a Penn State football game, a Celtic festival, and a bar crawl with my parents (10/10 recommend). I also started baking sourdough again, which feels like a small act of care, for myself, my home, and the slow, cozy rhythm of fall.
Oh, and the biggest news, I got a new job! I start at the end of October. I’m not leaving my current role because I hate it, far from it, but this is a career advancement I’m genuinely excited about. It feels like the right step at the right time.
So yeah, maybe September started heavy, but it ended light. Writing this out feels good, like exhaling after a long breath I didn’t realize I was holding. I’m walking into October with a full heart, a suitcase half-packed for Ireland, and a lot of gratitude for how far I’ve come.
Here’s to whatever comes next, and to documenting it a little better this time.
— D.
