"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."
It is officially fall, which is my most favorite season of all. That first breath of cool refreshing air is like magic. Eager to shed my summer skin, autumn calls me to a still and silent place. Spring and summer entice me to direct energy outward, to express, to engage socially, to be seen. By the time fall rolls around, I am content to sit back and observe a little more. I begin to look at myself a little more honestly and hopefully with a little more kindness.
Fall is a time for harvest. As I approach the second half of my life, I am no longer bothered by the frenzied struggles of my youth. Success has fallen under a new paradigm. The things I use to worry about, what I thought was so important, no longer weigh on me. I have kids now. My harvest is right here in front of me. It’s in the recognition of trust and safety in my newborn son’s eyes. It’s in my little girl’s laughter, in her wild dance. But in order to reap this harvest, I must be present. I cannot let the worries and stress of life steal this precious moment away because I can’t get it back. This is the fall of my life, and I am so grateful to just be.
Written by Jiovann Carrasco, LPC-S
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