Fall is here and it’s the best. Is it because society has finally taken its obsession with pumpkin spice too far? (Pumpkin Pringles? Really? The world isn’t ready.) No, put down the PSL and consider this: it’s the leaves. The crunch. The satisfying crunch. The ubiquitous sound of that special season between summer and winter.
Venturing outdoors becomes a crisp playground of child-like wonder. (Crisp: obligatory adjective used when describing apples, fall, leaves or a combination of the three.) Each leaf that releases itself from the tree and trickles to the ground beckons to you, urging you to embrace your inner Henry David Thoreau and meet nature with open arms. Arms that ache to flap and make fall’s version of a snow angel in a pile of freshly raked leaves.
Sometimes during the month of October there’s nothing better than lacing up your walking shoes, layering on a long sleeve tee, and stepping out onto the gold and brown riddled pathway. You leave your house, forgetting your cares and stepping out to embrace the adventure. It’s cathartic, feeling this thrilling transitional time of year. A period of promise. Where do you go from here? To winter? No, not quite. But it’s coming…
Each crunch beneath your feet is a goal you will reach. Yellow crunch. “I’m going to walk 20 minutes a day.” Red crunch. “I’m going to stand twice every hour.” Brown crunch. “I will go easy on the array of pumpkin spice products that contain zero pumpkin and/or spice.”
Pulverizing the foliage beneath your feet empowers you to make a covenant to yourself to live better. The world is changing before your eyes, thriving in spectacular color. So why can’t you too? Allow your best self to transform and unfold. You’ll probably like what you see.