I stepped out onto the porch today for a smoke, and realized the air wasn't quite as scorching as usual. The sun was high in the sky, and a leaf fluttered down into the woods after withering from the tree.

It feels like fall.

Fall is my favorite season...But as such it always holds such an abundance of memories. Why is it that my life always seems to be changing, during the fall?

Last year, I was getting married and looking at a new life, which I was so sure would work out.

The year before that, I had just left Josh, and was looking at a new life, which I was so sure would work out.

The year before that I had just had my gastric bypass and was sick with the neuropathy, and coping with the fact that I might never walk again. But I knew my stubborn ass would find a way...

The year before that, I'd just given birth to Arden, and was learning to be a mommy...

The year before that, I was falling madly and passionately in love with the only man who ever managed to change and tame me.

The year before that, I was losing my first real love.

The year before that, I was moving to Arizona, on my own for the first time ever.

Everything seems to happen in the fall. I'm waiting with baited breath and anticipation, wondering what the season holds for this year...Will it be good, a change from the rest of the year? Or will it be another brick in the wall of my life?

I guess only time will tell. For now, I have a few days of rest before having to run again...