The change of seasons reminds me of my transition. There's the seed that's planted in me. Then there's the struggle to see the light of day. When self acceptance comes, then I blossom like the tulips in spring.
During the summer I spread my wings living life in my new identity. Fall winds comes. The leaves change colors. The farmers gather the harvest. Respite is fast approaching.
Autumn is the time I can reminisce over what has happened in my life. It's time to rest, to enjoy the fruit of authenticity.
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