As September Draws Near
As September draws near, I mark the end of another summer and the beginning of my new year.
I wait with anticipation.
Panic.
Fear.
As time moves on without word, doubt turns to Acceptance.
Self-assurance.
Growth.
The knowing that whatever the outcome—win or lose—the lesson remains in the work itself.
And what if I prevail?
Do the flowers really smell as lovely as they appear? Or is the scent, up-close, only bittersweet?
And the seeds they bear, will they grow greater beauty next season? Or will they lay fallow on the ground?
Have I grown?
Transformed?
Do I recognize the lessons offered and brave another step towards the freedom I yearn? Freedom to fly, reach new heights, taste new flowers.
Or do I linger just a little longer on the petals of this summer?
Where wings fade to the tones of autumn and dreams disappear like butterflies in the breeze.