Changing seasons

My feelings about autumn always swing drastically between love and hate. There's the sadness that summer is over mixed with blind panic about the creeping in of the darkness mixed with the joy of the changing colours and the expectation of the snugness of warm scarves. Much as I moan about them now, it's the seasons that I really missed when I lived abroad.

The changing of seasons is mirrored by work at the moment, bringing with it moments of sadness but mostly pure joy. I miss my old team and the ease of our working but everyday I'm blown away by my new team and the privilege of working alongside them. I'm overwhelmingly grateful for the amount of laughter I'm surrounded with day by day and the pleasure of seeing people come alive in their work. It's a beautiful new season.