I love this season so much, though it's been stained with negative events for about eight years past. Each autumn, it seems, I'm trying to grow from a failed relationship of some type. Not exactly pleasant, but it seems perfectly relavent to the changes of the earth itself. Some seeds are sown in the Spring, flourish in the Summer and die in the Autumn. If a plant is strong enough, it will rise again the following Spring with new growth, though basically the same plant.
This year marks the "death" of quite a few things. I'm discarding my masks and revealing my true self. The potential that's been harbored inside is more than ready for release. For far too long, I've been living according to the preferences or others' and this has built upon me a guise I cannot stand. This is a change that has required much preparation. The tests I've faced recently and those to come are terrible and wonderous.
