“In books I have traveled, not only to other worlds, but into my own. I learned who I was and who I wanted to be, what I might aspire to, and what I might dare to dream about my world and myself…”
If you’re like me, you very much look forward to fall each year. It’s the time of year for inner reflection. When the temperatures drop, people return indoors, and things return to a more subdued rhythm. Summer is filled with all things fast and noisy, thrilling and adventurous, frantic and boisterous. Fall is like an advancing fog, silent, calming, and consuming.
It will come as no surprise that reading and writing are big components of this change of season and perspective. I write and read better in months when the weather is less distracting and where my thoughts have more time and space to roam. The summer’s loud, gregarious nature fades away, and fall is the quiet after the storm.
So on this Labor Day, this unofficial end of summer, take a moment to reflect on those happy, sun-filled memories and then pick up a book, turn inwards, and jump not into other worlds but more into your own.