September 16, 2018

A New Season

It’s been a fantastic summer. I’m trying not to wish it away, but now that I’ve shipped my sons off to school, it feels like fall.  I catch myself wandering around my empty house; it’s taking some adjustment and, yes, a few tears, as predicted.  

With an unseasonably hot summer, I’m relieved to have slightly cooler temperatures and rain (it’s a novelty at the moment). I’m trying to come to terms with how quickly the season has gone. That said, I could have used a vacation somewhere. It was poor planning on my part, and then there’s always the dog to consider.

I was torn. I wanted to be around for my younger son and try to get as much face time with him before he headed off to school. My older son was visiting for two weeks, and planning something around everyone’s schedules was a challenge.

With only a few more days of summer left, I anxiously await the end of one season and the beginning of another. New beginnings?

A new season, call me crazy, but I can’t help feeling this is the calm before the storm but in a  good way. Life is throwing me a lot of options and challenges, and for the first time, I’m ok with it. Bring it on! It doesn’t come without consequences; I’m putting myself out there, being vulnerable (new for me) and letting go of situations that I would generally be in control of.  Not knowing how things will turn out is truly a lesson in letting go, not to mention a few tears. What is happening to me? Constantly reminding myself, “You got this!”

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Autumn is one of my favourite seasons, with cooler temperatures, crunchy leaves, oversized sweaters, red wine, candlelight, crackling fires, drinks out, and dinners in, need I say more? I’m a disaster, a hopeless romantic, not that there’s anything wrong with that, or is there?  I’m totally setting myself up for failure unless I meet said similar guy, right?  Does he exist?  He’s in my head, and I can’t get rid of him. What to do, what to do?

In the meantime, Paris, Florence and Milan are calling me, and I can’t wait! I need a change of scenery in the worst way.  One more kick at the can, alone in the city of love…why do I do this to myself?  No worries; this is my new season of letting go. Whatever will be will be, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find L’Amour or Amore where I least expect it!



The comments +

  1. Crazy how we look forward to time that is our own, then don’t know what to do when we have it. True? Things will happen in their time. You are going at it the correct way.

    Nice bike. And greetings from Budapest!

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