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"Like my fellow blogger, Ellie, I too love fall. Even though the days are hot here in California, there&amp;#039;s a different slant to the sunlight, a different shade of blue in the sky, and a nip in the air most mornings, that signals fall has arrived \u2013 despite the sunny camouflage.  In thinking about the season, I&amp;#039;ve realized that I&amp;#039;m in the fall season of my life too. And that&amp;#039;s OK. I can still remember the newness of life&amp;#039;s experiences when I was a girl, the sense of time stretching uncomprehendingly before me, anxious for real life to &amp;quot;begin.&amp;quot; Springtime, if you will. Then there was adolescence, painful at times, wanting to blend in, rebelling, moody, changeable, like a stormy April day. My 20s and early 30s were like days spent at the beach, careless in some ways, as I was sure the next day would be just as sunny and hot, and I had no need really to plan for the future. Early July. Later summer brought changes: a divorce, the end of a prolonged adolescence, a time of reckoning about what really mattered \u2013 family, friends, having a child, a career that was more of a calling than a job \u2013 and a new sense that time was ticking.  But the fall season of life brings its own rewards; it&amp;#039;s a different coming of age, a richer sense of fullness and possibility, a harvesting of wisdom, tempered, like the sunlight, by the knowledge that the days aren&amp;#039;t endless. Of course, I can still feel all seasons in one. When Max asks how much the earth weighs, I recall my own childhood sense of wonder.  But it&amp;#039;s fall that I love and have always felt is ripe with possibility and new beginnings. And, despite all my kvetching about perimenopause in this blog, I would not trade this season of my life for any other. How about you, reader? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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