The Comeback Season

It’s 11:00pm. There’s a million things i was supposed to do before this time, and I didn’t do any of them. I’ve been thinking of how long it’s been since I’ve written anything. I have lowkey been avoiding writing, because I had nothing to say. Literally, not a damn thing about the subject. For the first time in a long time, I didn’t really wanna write about it. that’s a tough pill to swallow, since I’m passionate about this love stuff. I believe in it, I read about it, I write about it, I live it. But sometimes, you have to stop and take a break. Rebuild, refocus,re-evaluate. So that’s what i’ve been doing.

I took a trip out of town for some clarity. I hadn’t had time to really reflect on the summer at all, mainly because did summer sixteen even happen?! And also, adulting super hard. It has been an emotional summer, to say the least. My heart is still raw and in the process of healing itself. I’ve experienced some of the highest highs and the lowest lows in terms of relationships, and needless to say, I was exhausted.

Nothing like a little sun and fresh air to get your mind right.

Fast forward to the last three days of summer. Between battling mercury retrograde, intercepting mystery bills, and attempting to get my life together, I heard whispers of cuffing season approaching.

cuffing

All I could think, as people traded playlists and discussed movie selections, was are people still seriously talking about this? Now, to anyone over the age of 25, cuffing season isn’t really a thing. Like sure, you may inadvertently cuff by way of old bae, or casual fling, or be cuffed unexpectedly, but you don’t call it that anymore, and you certainly don’t TALK about it the same way. You’re not really out here trying to play this yearly game anymore. You’re doing one of three things: chillin super hard, boning to pass the time, or actively dating/in a relationship. Even then, you’re not hyping up the change in weather, you’re just going with it. You don’t have a playlist, there’s no urgency in getting cuffed, it’s just another season at this point. You’re not even remotely phased by the plethora of ‘hey stranger’ texts or inordinate amount of likes on IG.  If anything, it’s more of a rebuilding season; a comeback season if you will. I know several friends who are in various phases, and it’s recovery time. Recovery from heartache, heartbreak, dissappointment, or just  big life changes. Anything can happen and will happen whether you’re trying to do any of the above. Either way, you won’t be the same as you were a few months ago. That’s what I’m learning. I have no real say or power in what happens. For the most part, it’s having faith that my comeback, whatever that looks like, will be amazing. I wish the same for anybody who is also in their rebuilding phase. Whatever you’re getting over in life and in love, you will get through it. The next few months can look like whatever you want it to ‘cuffed’ or not.

I’m working on some things. Now that my writer’s block has lifted. Another event, more collabs, more dates, more tales of love and life. Stay with me, kids. </3

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