Better than the last

My life always changes when you come,
October.
I cannot think of a single year where
my life didn't grow
or fall a part
under your guidance.

The weather changes
so I do too,
and what I want and
what I look foward to
and my hopes and dreams.

October, I love you
and hate you
because you take away
the things that I have been
comfortable with
(whether they were good or not)
and you bring things
and people
that challenge me
and stretch me
and grow me.

How can life be so good and so difficult,
so rewarding yet challenging,
so peaceful and tumultuous
at the same time?

Thank you, God,
for the constants you have given me.
Thank you for your son
and my parents
and my best friends.

And I will keep right on following along,
step by step,
as each stone before me is revealed,
believing that no matter how exquisite
or difficult life is,
each day
will still be
better
than the last.