Change is inevitable beautiful. As the warm summer weather leaves us, it becomes clear that the season is over and fall has begun.

Fall is a season that will teach us many things, if we’re willing to learn. It’s nature’s way of showing us how to gracefully let go of the old and accept the beginning of a new season – both literally and figuratively.

The leaves have started changing colors here and my goodness, it’s beautiful. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my drive to work, as it gives me the chance to enjoy the gorgeous red and orange leaves.

If you stop for a moment to think about the fall though, it’s quite an interesting paradox. When leaves change colors, it’s actually a sign that the leaves are dying. Yet to us, it’s beautiful.

I often wonder if that’s how we should look at life. Instead of mourning over something that has ended – a relationship, a job, a season – we should appreciate it for the beauty it held and allow ourselves to move on.

The trees don’t mourn over the loss of summer. They continue on. But they don’t just live, they live beautifully.

What if we lived that way, reader? What if we enjoyed each season for what it was and allowed ourselves to let go, beautifully. I want to move through the seasons of life in a way that makes people see something beautiful. And I want to be able to look back at seasons that have ended and see the beauty instead of pain.

It takes a conscious effort – a decisive choosing – to not relive the emotions and replay what you could’ve changed. It takes solidifying in yourself that the season, whatever it may be, has ended. Only then, can you bravely walk into the next chapter of your life.

Crying that summer ended won’t bring it back, much like mourning the end of a life season won’t change our present.

I wonder what would happen to us, our emotions, and our circumstances if we chose to appreciate the season for what it was and like the trees, beautifully move on.

Maybe instead of wishing we could go back and change things, we should be content where we are.

And maybe in doing so, we’d experience the beautiful life we are meant to live.

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8 says it perfectly. To everything there is a season, reader.

There is a season to mourn those things that are lost, but then there will come a time where we’ll look up and see that the world didn’t stop for us. It’ll be the loving nudge we need to help us heal and move on.

Maybe you’ll reach that place in your own way.

Or maybe like me, you’ll be driving down the parkway and it will almost seem as if the trees are quietly whispering to you, “Change can be beautiful.”