Fall in Utah

Growing up in California, seasons were never a reality (except maybe a cloudy season with an occasional bout of rainy days and then a season filled with sunshine and beach days). That’s more than just okay with me, I love the predictability and I love the sunshine.

Now, I live in Utah where seasons are most definitely a thing and sometimes all four can happen in a single day. Living in Provo, Utah, I sometimes feel like a fish out of water. It seems that everyone is hyper-social, hyper-worried about appearing and even being perfect, and loves the seasons.

Fall, in particular is kind of a big deal. At first, I resisted because naturally, I miss the warmth and the sunshine and the ability to tan or wear sundresses and sandals. Over time, I decided to lean into it.

That’s an idea I have adopted for many subjects over time. Lean into it. Just decide to be happy with what I have and learn to love my life how it is, scars and bruises and all.

When I look at fall, it is beautiful. Even though its not what I prefer weather-wise, even though I know that it means the beauty has to give way to bareness, snow, and freezing temperatures, fall is beautiful. Life is never going to be exactly the way we want it to be.

There are usually tests, trials, and challenges we could never see coming that threaten to destroy us. There are always tasks to be done and goals to achieve.

For me, at least, the key is to accept sadness and hardship as natural parts of life and to look for the good, to learn how to grow and become better because hard things happen that throw off your balance in life.

A couple weeks ago, despite mountains of schoolwork, work hours, a messy room, and a myriad of other works in progress I as in the middle of, I took a break to grab a pumpkin spice (no coffee) frappuccino and drove up the alpine loop. I brought along my camera and appreciated the colors and the fleeting beauty that is fall. It was spectacular and it inspired me to work even harder when I got home after the journey.

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