Seasons

As I wait patiently for the warm spring sun to fall across my face with more regularity, an old fashioned game of tug of war is going down between winter and spring here in Indiana. Neither quite has the upper hand at this point, but my money is on spring to win out soon…

Change is a certainty, it is ever present, looking over your shoulder, waiting for you to get comfortable, bringing uncomfortable with it. I find a strange comfort in the uncomfortable these days, keeps me interested I suppose. These past two years have been a compelling experiment. What happens when change, a thing many of us resist at all costs, becomes normalized.

I have visited and lived a life in some incredible places over the past two years.  It has been one of the most important and impactful times of my life. Finding clarity that has always eluded me. Happy and content seem to be the best descriptors of my current state of mind.

Like the changing seasons, a life lived well comes in phases of renewal, growth, transition and rest.  I find myself entering a new phase, familiar, yet so different, I suppose I have changed.

Making friends with change and discomfort opened the door to a new world of possibility as expansive as the universe is infinite.      

“Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson