Being over 50 feels a bit like living in my own autumn season. There’s a richness in life now, a deeper appreciation for the small things. The crackle of leaves underfoot, the comfort of a warm scarf, and the joy of decorating the house with autumnal touches—these simple moments feel like gifts.
At this stage of life, I’ve learned to embrace the beauty of letting go, much like the trees. Letting go of perfectionism, of old expectations, and of the need to rush through everything. It’s not always easy, but it’s freeing. I’m grateful for the wisdom that comes with age, for the understanding that life’s seasons all have their purpose.
