Summer time. Oh, you are always hard to me. Draining my inspiration and motivation to do anything creative. Those long warm days are beautiful, yet feel like I can’t stand them any longer. By the end of August, I already crave for autumn. 

 

Then comes September. 

 

September has been synonymous of stress and anxiety throughout my teenage years. It meant going back to school - a mix of excitement, fear and apprehension. I hated it for a really long time. Then came my gap year, then uni. This is when September changed its meaning to me. It became the time where everything feels fresh and new. My motivation grows up and I’m inspired by anything I like. Words are flowing under my fingers, beauty is everywhere. The mixed emotions are still there, while others came such as haste, happiness or curiosity. I turned what looked like negativity into something I could handle and control. Something positive that no longer brings negativity. You get what you give, right?