Fall Reset. ALREADY!?¿

Picture this: I’m sitting in my garden on a slightly questionable lounger, surrounded by flowers that look like they’ve been through one too many late-summer margarita nights. The wind’s got that chill that says pumpkin spice is coming whether you like it or not, and the sun’s bailing earlier each day. Suddenly, I realize—it’s mid-September. My 26th birthday is in a little over a month. And, oh yeah, I’m living at my parents’ house again. Cute.

Valid questions arise: How did I get here? Why does time keep speed-running like it’s late for a Zoom call? And most importantly, do I really need this many throw pillows?

Lessons From a Messy Summer

This past summer was a wake-up call, and not the gentle, birds-chirping, sun-streaming-through-the-window type. More like a slap from the universe saying, “Hey, babe, maybe get a therapist who’s not just on an app.” and I politely slap back with "how to reset your life" on a Google search.

Between juggling three W-2s (yes, three), switching jobs like I was auditioning for a new personality, and collecting rejection emails like they were Pokémon cards—I learned a few things about myself:

• I’m ridiculously passionate about giving people the best service possible.

• I cannot stand when higher-ups cut corners (don’t you dare try to pass off mediocrity as “cost-effective”).

• Inner healing is not optional. Like, I can’t keep shoving my mental clutter into the same dusty drawer where my old high-school notebooks live.

The constant job hopping left me feeling like I was losing myself. Every “thanks, but no thanks” email chipped at my self-worth. But here’s the thing—I realized the real villain wasn’t LinkedIn recruiters. It was me, bullying myself instead of doing the internal work I desperately needed.

Now, living back in a house where I was once miserable, I get a second shot. This chapter is about reclaiming my space and myself. More hydration, less toxins. More spirituality, less doomscrolling. And maybe—just maybe—an organized sewing room.

The Reset Plan (a.k.a. Operation Get My Life Together)

Because nothing screams fall reset like a good purge. Here’s what’s on the September hit list:

1. Digital Detox (bye-bye cluttered phone):

• Restart the phone (shocking, I know).

• Delete apps I don’t use or that enable “convenience spending” a.k.a. financial sabotage.

• Clear out any text threads older than three months. If they cared, they’d have responded by now.

2. Closet Chaos Control:

• Swap out the summer clothes for fall fits.

• Donate or Poshmark anything that hasn’t seen daylight in a year.

• DIY the rest—because I have enough fabric stashed to make a small circus tent.

3. Sewing Room Overhaul:

• Create DIY fabric bolts with poster board.

• Organize notions, needles, and threads like I’m running my own mini Jo-Ann’s.

• Wipe down, deep clean, and, yes…cry in between.

4. Remote Work Sanctuary:

• Minimalize (because less is finally more). ( I need a "minimalism for beginners: 101")

• Set up a cozy, centered work spot that doesn’t scream “basement goblin.”

• Add small rituals: light a candle, drink water, breathe—repeat.

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Why This Reset Matters

Fall is my second favorite season (spring still takes the crown), and it always feels like the universe hands me a giant reset button. This time, I’m pressing it hard. It’s not just about decluttering closets or deleting apps. It’s about unclogging whatever’s been blocking me from stepping into the life I’ve wanted all along.

So here’s to a season of less doomscrolling, more DIY. Less self-bullying, more self-hydration. And if nothing else—at least my sewing room might finally look less like a craft store exploded.