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As we approach the fall equinox next week, I’m ready to tap back into the magic of the changing seasons. Now, perhaps some may see my summer silence as a sign that I’m just a summer girly pop—out here trying to live my best life, but to be honest, I’m really just trying to keep three feral children fed and alive. Who knew that would be such a tall order? Fuuuuuuuuck!
But secretly… maybe not-so-secretly… we are back in my favorite time of year (shhh… don’t tell the other three, because I tell them all they are my favorite).
Possible reasons:
- Back-to-school energy and the return of schedules—I LOVE organization.
- All the chunky knit sweaters feel like a warm hug, and who doesn’t need that right now?
- Basic Bitch pumpkin spice (and her sassy little sister, Maple, who is starting to steal the spotlight) are everywhere, giving us so many options!
Probably more than anything, it’s the big blowout of gorgeous foliage that practically screams at us to notice and pay attention… captivates us, then disappears completely in two months, returning months later as a pale echo of itself, patiently building toward spring’s full glory again. It’s the grand finale, and I’m a sucker for the show.
Every fall, I find myself refocusing—taking stock of what’s working and what I want to change. When I pivoted into the cannabis space from McKinsey almost four years ago, I had no idea where the path would lead. One of the most pivotal practices I embraced was meditation, particularly through Vanessa Feils’ ACTV8 program. Looking back, the most meaningful part is realizing I am living a version of that dream now—with room to grow into parts I couldn’t have imagined back then.
I’m proud of how I’ve stayed committed to my direction, despite the challenges. I knew where I was needed, took steps to align with that vision, and while I didn’t have much say in exactly how I got here (and Lord knows I’ve taken some detours), I stayed the course. You don’t get to choose the journey, but you can commit to a direction—and that commitment has carried me this far.
And just like those fleeting, fiery fall leaves—it’s once again showtime.
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