Lessons from Autumn

This time last year, I sat down to write my very first blog post. I didn’t know what I was doing — only that something about fall made me want to try. And here I am trying again. There’s always been something magical about this season. Fall makes me want to slow down, be present, and just write.

Lately, I’ve been thinking about how strange time feels. It feels like it’s racing ahead and standing still all at once. In just a year and a half, my life has drastically changed. After graduating college, I moved back home and took a job as a teacher’s assistant. It was a role that taught me more about people, patience, and myself than I thought it would. And now, I’m in grad school, studying to become a counselor. I spend some of my evenings in class, writing papers, and nannying two little boys who fill my afternoons with noise.

I didn’t think I’d be here so soon. I didn’t plan it this way. But somehow, it all feels right, like I’m where I’m meant to be.

And then fall arrived again, like it always does, teaching me something about change. This season is so often tied to loss and endings, but I’m starting to see it differently. Maybe fall isn’t just about letting go — maybe it’s also about becoming. This year, I’m learning that change doesn’t always have to feel so uncomfortable or disorienting. Sometimes, it comes gently. Like leaves slowly trading green for gold. Like routines reshaping themselves until they start to feel like home. Like waking up one day and realizing you’re not who you were and that’s okay.

Right now, I enjoy where I am. Not because everything is perfect, it’s not, but because I’m learning to live inside the in-between. To let the change unfold instead of resisting it. To trust that who I’m becoming is worth paying attention to.

So as the leaves begin to turn, so do I.