Fall

Seventy-degrees out today—and yet it’s truly, albeit inexplicably—fall.

Funny isn’t it, how I have the same routine, the same commute, Monday through Friday. Every day I drive down the same highway, take the same walk to wherever it is I need to be, and yet today—in all it’s 70-something glory—was the first day I noticed just how beautiful everything was. Is.

(Note to self: stop and just be more often. Look. Feel. Touch. See. Observe. Appreciate.)

Something about the change of seasons reminds me to just breathe. Relax and calm all anxieties. I tell myself that I thrive off stress because is pushes me beyond my boundaries, but in reality all I’m doing is allowing it to consume me when I need breathing room most. Keep pushing, but never force things to happen. Things will happen so long as you let them; keep your eyes, heart, and mind open. Detach yourself for a moment. Loosen that leaden grip on this thing—this outcome, this ideal—that you hold so doggedly to. Take a step back, sometimes space is all you need to see the bigger picture. Our own thoughts and our own desire for—obsession with, even—imaginary control can be our worst enemy.

Remember: Everything is where it should be at this very moment.

Whatever will be, will be. Que sera, sera.

So yeah, it’s fall. The leaves are changed. They’re still changing—just as our lives are changing, shifting. And just as it is in fall, it’s a reminder to bare all. Strip down, get naked, and see things for what they are and then what they could be, come spring.

(Until then: catch ya in a fluffy sweater, more likely than not clutching desperately to a steaming mug of matcha.)

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xx

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