I'm fortunate to live in a part of the country where autumn is quite pretty ... and yet I've always been gloomy during fall because it signals the coming of winter, which I find a very difficult season. I'd actually much rather live in a part of the country where autumn isn't spectacular but winter is mild and hardly worth mentioning, but that is not how things have turned out. So I'd go out for walks with friends who are autumn enthusiasts, and we'd kick our way through golden and red leaves, and I'd listen to them enthuse about the beauty, and I'd be thinking, "The darkness is rising. The cold is coming. The earth is preparing for its annual death."
Yeah, I'm tons of fun sometimes.
But this year, for whatever reason, I decided that I was not going to get fussy about fall. Winter will come whether I'm happy about it or not, so I might as well spare myself and everyone around me my autumnal grumpiness. I'd try to appreciate the beauty of a red and gold world, all the while knowing that winter was coming but that I couldn't do anything about it anyway.
So far, this new attitude has been a success. I'm certainly not looking forward to the time change next week, but that too won't go away just because I don't like it, so I may as well reconcile myself to what I can't change.
And yes, I know that this is basically the serenity prayer. There's a reason people like that so much.
Anyway, it's been nice to have one less thing to be grumbly about. And it turns out that my mood never actually affected the weather one way or the other anyway!