This past weekend Ryan and I went on our last trip of the summer. This trip rules because it’s adults only and always hilarious. Every year my high school friends gather at a house on a lake and ring in the beginning of fall properly. Plaid shirts and bonfires are aplenty. Hints of the first changing leaves are visible and the timing of this last summer jaunt always marks a favorite time for me. The beginning of autumn. Not sure if my love for this season is due to heavy influence from my fall loving mom. But, to be fair, I am unclear as to how a single mid-westerner could favor any other season at all. Also, coming up here pretty quickly in October is my 20th high school reunion. In anticipation of the event, I can’t help but feel a little bit nostalgic. Twenty four falls ago, (the thought of that is actually insane) I embarked on a high school journey I believe very positively influenced me and the person that I am today. As I entered my first year of high school, it was fall of course. That is when school starts around here and my dad came down to my bedroom and handed me my running shoes. I was informed I would be joining the cross country team. Per usual, I said yes to whatever he said and by accident I ended up meeting a coach that taught me what it meant to work hard, power through pain and never give up. I guess fall for me symbolizes change, taking chances and living fearlessly. I left a junior high that was not a particularly favorite time in my life and looked forward to starting high school. Oh to be a teenager again. Not a care in the world. If my 16 year old self only knew how easy life was back then. That’s o.k. I get to relive those years every single time I am with my crew from high school. All of whom I met during that very first new year at LT. I am so lucky. So yeah, I do believe there are only two times of year. Autumn and the anticipation of autumn. It is and will always be my favorite time of year.
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