Dear Fall,
Dear Fall,
There is something about the you that gives me hope. Maybe it's the cool crisp air that makes me remember that seasons of discomfort come to an end. Maybe it's the leaves that let go of their branches where they have been all spring and summer to let new life grow. Whatever it is, you remind me that these seasons of hardship and discomfort don't last forever if we can just learn to let go of the dead weight we carry and let new things grow in its place.
Letting Go,
Whitney
