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Autumn

Gone are the sweat, humidity, bikini clad bodies, muscle built men, and the too-tiny speedo's.  Unlike most people, I'm incredibly happy. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy summer (especially since I get cold incredibly easily and will never object to having a natural tan), but I just love autumn.

Autumn is an incredibly beautiful time of year.  The leaves change colours, they fall to the ground, and then the joy of crunching the leaves ensues.  Autumn means family time at Thanksgiving (something that I will never take for-granted and look forward to every year), ginormous cups of steaming tea, apple picking, and the smell of baking (pies, cookies, and fruit crisps!).  Autumn allows for fresh, clean air to breeze through open windows, gentle rain falls, and long, serene hikes. Autumn is the season of being outside, scarves, cuddling, giant sweaters, comfy (yet cute) boots, football, and perfect running weather.



Classes began for me again today.  2.5 years of university done, 1.5 left.  I've gone back to full-time studies. It's going to be a busy year.  I have many, many essays to write (darn good thing I enjoy them) and expectations to meet.  Long nights are ahead of me, and many more days of online course work. I'm working a few shifts a week at a pizza joint, am looking at volunteering during the week, and maintaining a social/family life (those of you that know me, realize how important the people I care about are to me).

Autumn is busy.  But the perks outweigh the downsides.  In addition to everything already mentioned, I have someone new in my life that is a huge part of why I go to sleep smiling every night. Autumn is great.

Every once in awhile I know I'll take those necessary breaks I need from my busy life (overachieving some would say) and enjoy autumn: apple picking, pumpkin carving, leaf forts, walks in the parks, and warm, joyous times with those I care about.

No matter what the next few months throw my way, I will embrace it.  Or at least counteract any negatives with hot cocoa, tea, a good book, some smiles from my favourite people, or a few long runs.  Stay calm, enjoy the beauty.  Sometimes ignorance is wise.

xoxo S.

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