The beauty of living life is in the middle. Just because one thing ends (death) and another begins (birth), doesn’t mean we must live in a way that is linear; life is continuous, it happens and flourishes in that cycle. Like a wave, it rolls and renews, but it doesn’t end, and you don’t know where it begins, it just is.
September brings Fall, a season in which you can see this cycle happen in front of your eyes. Summer doesn’t just end, as Winter doesn’t just begin. You have this period in between where there is a blending of what was and what will become. A tree doesn’t end (die); it’s leaves change colors, fall off, but the tree continues to exist, waiting and preparing for a new season to give birth to change.
The changing seasons, both literal and physical, give me a type of awareness. My eyes are open and accepting of new colors/smells/tastes in the physical, but also accepting of new feelings/thoughts as I reflect on what was and imagine what could be. As in the physical world, if you find yourself in a season of change, allow yourself a child-like wonder; imagine all you could do and be, because you have the opportunity to do exactly that. The birth of a new you or a new project doesn’t have to mean the death of the previous version; you can grow from what you were. Imperfectly pursuing progress over perfection, through all of the seasons.