The Long Goodbye and the Glad Hello

Whelp, it's fall, ya'll. No matter how hard you hold on, the light starts to change.

The days shorten. The marsh cools. The air carries that first whisper of goodbye.

And before you know it, the cicadas fall silent, the sun steps back, and something gentle takes its place.

That’s when October walks in — quiet, confident, and golden.

Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables said it best:

“I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.”

And bless her heart, she meant it.

A young lady lying in fall leaves

Anne was never afraid of color — not in her words, her spirit, or her world.

She came from heartbreak, from years of being overlooked and passed around.

An orphan with a wild imagination, she dreamed herself into joy when life didn’t hand it to her.

Where others saw plainness, she saw poetry. Where others saw routine, she saw wonder.

When she finally found a home at Green Gables, it wasn’t just a place — it was a promise.

A promise that even after seasons of loneliness, love and belonging could bloom again.

And maybe that’s why she loved October so much.

It was the month that matched her heart — a little bittersweet, a little brave, but always full of beauty.

Anne didn’t wait for life to be perfect before she celebrated it.

She danced in the middle of her mess, finding grace in every moment that could’ve broken her.

And that’s what October feels like — a season that glows while it lets go.

This year, I’ve had my own Anne moments.

Plans that fell through. Hopes that got rearranged.

Days when I had to choose faith over fear and color over comfort.

But like her, I’m learning to see beauty in the not-yet —

to trust that even when things shift, something good is growing underneath it all.

That’s what Anne understood: life’s beauty isn’t just in the blooming, it’s in the becoming.

I’ll remember that it’s okay to change, to shed, to start again.

Because the glow doesn’t end with summer — it just finds a softer light.

Here’s to the long goodbyes that lead to glad hellos.

To the summers that made us bold and the Octobers that make us brave.

And to girls like Anne — the dreamers who remind us that imagination, kindness, and a little bit of sass

can turn even the hardest season into something holy.

Because like her, I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers —

where second chances feel like sunrise,

And every ending still carries a touch of grace.