It’s finally Fall, y’all! And before you go telling me that it’s been officially fall for almost a month now, let me remind you that I live in the south where we don’t get cool weather until late October. This week is the first time that I’ve been able to open the windows and keep them open all day, because last week I still needed to close them at lunchtime so we could turn on the A/C. First world problems, I know.
I love the changing seasons. But what we don’t always realize is that this time of year is as much about change, as it is about letting go. The trees have worked half of the year on those leaves that they have, but once Fall hits, they need to drop them. Sure, they could hold on, but it wouldn’t be doing anything for those trees. They need to let go of the leaves and endure a cold winter.
The cold winter isn’t all bad though, especially if you’ve ever seen every branch of a bare tree covered in snow. It’s one of the most beautiful sights. It’s proof that beautiful things can happen when you’re not expecting it. When you’re in a dark and cold time.
And the truth is, winter is necessary if we want to get to spring. If we want the new blooms in April, we need to let go of the dead weight that’s holding us back in the fall. It’s not always something that we want to let go of, but if we want the transformation and the hope of new possibilities then we need to make that decision.
The thing is, we wouldn’t have the appreciation for every season unless we knew what the other ones were like. I lived in Florida for 7 years, and at first I loved it. It was endless summer and sunshine, and since I came from the snow belt in Central New York, it was a welcome change. But eventually, I got tired of the heat. I missed rainy days. I missed the changing of the leaves, and the cool sweatshirt and snuggle weather. I missed the sparkling of the snow at night at Christmastime. So I was thrilled when we got the chance to move north a bit. And I don’t even miss Florida one bit.
Isn’t that the way that life goes though? The good times are great, but would we really recognize them if they were our normal? Would the sweet moments with our kids be as sweet if we didn’t have to endure the tantrums as well? I know that I didn’t fully appreciate all of the seasons when it was all that I knew. But once I lost the seasons, I knew how special they were.
The struggles that we go through in life are setting us up to appreciate the times when things are good. We go through transformations, just like the seasons. We have glorious, sunny seasons, and we have wet, rainy ones. We go through hard times when we have to shed our leaves and the dead weight that comes with them, and endure long, harsh winters. But after those winters, we get spring. We get to bloom again, which we wouldn’t be able to experience if we hadn’t let go of what was holding us back.
What type of season are you in? Whatever the season, I hope that you remember that another season will be coming, and it will be that much more beautiful to you.