Confessions of a Recovering Introvert

By the way, I love fall. It's the time of the year that my soul wriggles out of its cocoon, dusts off the cobwebs and belts out its favorite song in the middle of the street, arms stretched out and head tipped back. From the feel of things, my soul is an alto- wearing earthy colors and disregarding social norms. Now, if you don't mind, I think I'll go get a pumpkin spice americano, light some pumpkin-scented candles and probably run through a corn maze at some point.