I am ready for summer to be over. I know I am the only one on the planet who is saying that, but it’s true. I’m not big on going to the beach if only because I burn like a lobster and spend every 30 minutes of my beach visit reapplying sunscreen.
For me fall is the beginning of something new. Similar to that feeling when January 1st rolls around, I use fall to reassess. I see where I am and where I want to be. Fall has always been my favorite season, but now instead of looking forward to the possibilities of a new school year I am looking forward to different things.
I am looking forward to figuring out the things that truly make me happy and putting everything I have into them.
What does fall mean to you? The start of something new or summertime sadness?