It's strange how fall is a time for nature to wind down, for things to die (or rather become dormant), and yet, fall always seems to be a time for new things, and a renewed sense of purpose. I always feel like there is potential for something positive to happen.
I think that partly comes from living in an academic schedule for the first two decades of your life. But even beyond that, I've had many great experiences in the fall. Maybe when it comes down to it, the last two and a half years of my life have been so radical in terms of change that I just expect it now.
So as I sit outside of work, in the warm sun, I wonder what I can do, what I will do, to continue the streak of positive change.