Fall is one of my favorite seasons. I can’t really put my finger on it, but there is something so significant about this season….it stands out. Each season that comes and goes brings changes—some small and some severe. Fall brings an air of change. The leaves change, the temperature changes, the ground changes and I always feel that I change. Of course, like everyone, I am always changing and evolving but it is different this time of year.
I can’t really put my finger on it.
I’ve been able to enjoy the few fall days that we’ve had so far. They’ve been few because Massachusetts just can’t seem to say goodbye to summer quite yet. Fall is a time where the apple reigns as king among all other fruits, where lattes taste like liquid heaven and where the beach becomes a place of real romance and beauty. This is my favorite season. The saying “time to turn over another leaf” becomes more tangible and to me, seems easier.
Throughout my life, I’ve been constantly changing into someone that I want to be. (At least, I think so….and it’s not without fallbacks….). I see it as a race—that I am running after this woman that I’m striving to be. She is wiser and stronger and has a deeper compassion. Sometimes when I think about this race I run each day it seems like a ridiculous concept, but in reality it isn’t. We all are striving to be something better….we are all striving to make the world a better place—to make our dent, to make our difference. By running this race, I provide myself with goals and since perfection will never be achieved in this lifetime, I accept the things I cannot fully change.
Fall is a time where I try harder to change. I become more aware of how I spend my time (ok, Facebook, it might just be time to say goodbye….), who I spend my time with, I try to be healthier, I try to read more, to write more and basically take more time where I can sit with my thoughts and meditate on things that matter. Ultimately, I try to strive to take myself out of the picture—to put others first. The more that I’ve done this I have found that my ability to love people becomes easier.
Change. A word that I run from but a word that I quickly return to. I anticipate what this season of life holds for me—what this season of weather….what it will produce.
The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky
--segment of The Wild Swans at Coole by William Butler Yeats.
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