Fall has and probably always will be my favorite month. Something about the crisp air, warm hot chocolate and beautiful scenery makes autumn so special. In the heat of the summer I have always craved the sound of crunching leaves and that shift in the air that always happens right in the middle of September.
Year to year some things will always change. The things I'm focusing on, where all of my energy goes during this time of year, but some things will always stay true. There is something about a new school year-- maybe the color coded binders, maybe the excitement of a new teacher, whatever it may be has always made me most productive. Fall has always been when I push myself the hardest. I push to do better with time management, push to have better grades, push to do more. This year is no different. But this year I have been focusing more on the future than I ever have before. I am no longer looking at the right now, I am looking at the tomorrow. Long-term plans to me used to mean a month ahead and now I'm looking at six months or a year from now. In some ways, this is a great thing, and in some ways, it's been difficult.
Fall has always seemed personified to me. The way the leaves dance in the wind while they float to the ground, the way the change in the air perfectly encapsulates the changes that we go through in our minds, the way you can almost hear a fall breeze talking you. I have always cherished these first few weeks of fall, where excitement and motivation are in full supply. This year hasn't been any different, and I don't know if that will ever change for me. I hope that I will never grow tired of the crackle of leaves beneath my feet, or the way everything seems to look just a little bit prettier in the fall. I am thankful for everything that this season has taught me, and I'm sure I will continue to do so until I am finished learning (spoiler alert: never going to happen).
I welcome the fall with open arms and fresh eyes, the way this season has always greeted me back.
