The Change of Seasons

It is October and we are officially into Fall and already three quarters of the way through the year.

I’ve relished this summer and the incredible memories I have made - the countless majestic sunsets, heartwarming conversations and laughter by the glistening water with friends, and the thrill of spontaneous dinners and weekend trips. This summer meant a lot to me because it rekindled my adventurous spirit, as well as my tender and open heart, and I am filled with so much gratitude.

As the leaves change color and fall to the ground, and the sun goes down more quickly, I am reluctant to let the memories fade and the seasons change… But I know that I must let go because there are many more memories to make. I remain yearning for adventure and the best out of life, not because of a season, but because it is simply who I am.

I choose to welcome apple picking, cozy sweaters, and yes, pumpkin spice lattes, as a backdrop for precious moments and dare to cherish the ones to come.

I have had seasons of solitude, of dry leaves, of a withered heart, and so all the more appreciate seasons of love, abundant green fields, and a joyful soul. Yet I dare not hold on to these seasons too tightly, as though they are fleeting and temporary in nature. I choose to believe that life is filled with a bounty of radiant memories, an overflow of surprise and awe, and constant adventures waiting to be experienced.

It is with anticipation and a reckless hope that I bid summer goodbye, and welcome this new season.