I feel the glories of the fall in the air. Fall is my favorite time if year. I love the vibrant color change, I love the pumpkins and ripe apples. I love the brown, and yellow and orange and burnt red. I love apple cider, pies and Thanksgiving, the air that nips and turns cold.
I am in love with this season.
And yet…
As I look around me with excitement and joy, I feel the strech of growth. Sometimes you start growing and you don’t know why.
I suppose you’re asking me why I’m writing this now. Why? Simply because writing for me is therapy.
My dreams recently have been nightmares. And there are knots in my stomach.  Some days my excitement is eaten by anxiety.
Life goes on.
I will grow.
And writing helps me through. 

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