I have always enjoyed autumn. The trees are so gorgeous when they turn red, yellow, orange...and eventually brown as they fall to the ground.
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
It is a fresh start for the trees. Maybe that is what I like on top of the beautiful colors that the world becomes painted.
The lesson lies in the fact that for awhile the trees will be bare. They might look sad, cold, and lonely without their leaves.
I spent some time resembling a tree in the fall. Frowning too much. Crying. Dealing. Trying to grow. An emotionally uglier version of myself.
But after some time without...it all came back, and it came back better than it was before. The growth is painful because you can't get there without the nakedness. Being exposed to the raw core of who you are is hard to handle. Honestly some days I avoided the mirror. Because I looked so incredibly sad, and I just didn't want to see it. Other times, I made myself look into my own reflection, inspecting, judging, evaluating. Neither of these reactions were necessarily the best choice for me, but I did learn quite a bit from that.
I like this new growing version of me. But maybe, just maybe that is because I know how far I've come and I can recall that devastated me staring into the mirror, critical of the sadness and anger and fear in my eyes. Sometimes, I'm still afraid (that's just smart, right?), but my eyes shine with a reflection of the life we're able to live.
"Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong."
-Mandy Hale
"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald
It is a fresh start for the trees. Maybe that is what I like on top of the beautiful colors that the world becomes painted.
The lesson lies in the fact that for awhile the trees will be bare. They might look sad, cold, and lonely without their leaves.
I spent some time resembling a tree in the fall. Frowning too much. Crying. Dealing. Trying to grow. An emotionally uglier version of myself.
But after some time without...it all came back, and it came back better than it was before. The growth is painful because you can't get there without the nakedness. Being exposed to the raw core of who you are is hard to handle. Honestly some days I avoided the mirror. Because I looked so incredibly sad, and I just didn't want to see it. Other times, I made myself look into my own reflection, inspecting, judging, evaluating. Neither of these reactions were necessarily the best choice for me, but I did learn quite a bit from that.
I like this new growing version of me. But maybe, just maybe that is because I know how far I've come and I can recall that devastated me staring into the mirror, critical of the sadness and anger and fear in my eyes. Sometimes, I'm still afraid (that's just smart, right?), but my eyes shine with a reflection of the life we're able to live.
"Growth is painful. Change is painful. But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don't belong."
-Mandy Hale