When Season Changes, So Do We
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Here, I write about the seasons of life—the quiet shifts, the painful transitions, and the unexpected growth that comes with change. In this post, I want to share one of the most important lessons I’ve learned growing up: that not everyone is meant to stay, and that letting go is sometimes the most loving thing we can do.
It’s a lesson that came through heartbreak, healing, and the realization that just like nature, we too are meant to change. Because...
When Season Changes, So Do We
I used to believe that when someone entered my life, they were meant to stay forever. Because of that, I held onto them tightly, thinking permanence was proof of love. So when someone walked away, it felt like a storm. My tears fell like rain—unpredictable, relentless, impossible to know when they would stop. I took it personally. I mourned the loss deeply, as if a part of me had been taken with them.
So I started holding on tighter.
I gave more than I had. I tried to be everything someone needed, even if it meant losing pieces of myself. I stayed even when it hurt. I thought love meant endurance, and loyalty meant sacrifice. I convinced myself that if I just held on long enough, they wouldn’t leave.
However...
seasons don’t work that way.
I learned this the hard way through my first relationship. What began as spring—full of warmth and promise, making me bloom like a flower—slowly turned into a bitter, colorless, and cold winter. The laughter faded. The connection soured. I was like a fruit surrounded by rot, trying to stay fresh in a space that no longer nourished me. I held on, not because it was healthy, but because I thought it proved my love. Gripping that relationship felt like holding a rose too tightly. The beauty was still there, but the thorns kept wounding me.
And still, I stayed.
...
Until I couldn’t anymore.
When it ended, I expected devastation. But what came instead was clarity. It didn’t feel like a loss—it felt like a transition. Like shedding old leaves to make room for new growth. I realized that letting go wasn’t weakness. It was wisdom. It was choosing to heal rather than bleed. It was choosing spring over endless winter.
That’s when I understood: people are seasonal.
Some enter our lives to bring color, warmth, and joy. Others arrive to teach us lessons, even if those lessons come wrapped in pain. And some are meant to stay only long enough to help us become who we’re meant to be.
We change. They change. And that’s okay.
Because when season changes, so do we.
We grow. We shed. We bloom again.🌿
Now, I no longer chase permanence. I honor the season. I thank the people who came and went—for the laughter, the lessons, the love, and even the wounds. I carry what they gave me, and I release what no longer serves me.
Because growth begins where grasping ends.
And just as the earth trusts the rhythm of the seasons, I’m learning to trust the rhythm of my own life.
What about you?
Are you in a season where you’re still unsure how to let go, or when to let go? If so, maybe this advice from Thewizardliz will speak to you the way it spoke to me. You can check it out here:
So if you’re in a season of shedding, don’t rush to replant. Let yourself rest. Let yourself feel. Let yourself change. You own your seasons—your life. And the most beautiful blooms often come after the quietest winters.
When the season shifts again, you’ll be ready.
Not just to grow, but to flourish.
Photo Disclaimer:
The image used above is not mine—it was found on Pinterest and beautifully captures the essence of this post. All credit goes to the original creator.
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Thank you for taking the time to read my blog. Your presence here means more than you know. I hope this piece spoke to something in you—whether it’s a season you’re in, one you’ve left behind, or one you’re just beginning to understand.
May you continue to grow, shed, and bloom in your own time.
With love and light,
Alyssa🌷
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