Finding My Autumn: A Letter to the Season of Change
Dear Autumn, I’m writing to you from a place that feels unanchored. The leaves are just beginning to turn, a whisper of gold and crimson at the tips of the maples outside my window, the air has that crisp, new scent, with that promise of change that I’ve always found so intoxicating, but this year, it feels different. Usually, I welcome your arrival with open arms and a whole heart, ready for the gentle cadence of colder days and longer nights. This time, I’m greeting you more carefully. There’s a heaviness in the air, but it’s not from your approaching storms. It’s inside me. My world has been changing at a dizzying pace, a torrent of personal and financial burdens that leave me feeling like a lone leaf caught in a strong gust of wind, spinning without direction. There are nights I lie awake, the silence amplifying my anxieties. The weight of it all – the constant worry over bills, the quiet ache of a friendship that has faded, the feeling of not being enough, of losing my way –...