Winds of Change

Autumn always brings changes in me. Typically it’s just a nesting instinct ~ that feeling of wanting to settle in, hunker down, get domestic and all cozy as the weather turns cooler and the days shorter. Bring out the crochet hook and the yarn (yes I crochet! Not very well and I’m trying to remember how to make a turn, but dammit, I can do stuff!). The crockpot finds its way down from the top shelf and takes up a semi-permanent spot on the kitchen counter. The stack of unread books that has grown taller all summer is showing some movement as reading becomes a favorite pastime again. Bedtime arrives earlier and sleeping in, a regular thing.

In other words, hibernation sets in and the casual and easy socialization that comes with summer gets tucked away with the deck umbrella.

This year I’m feeling something different, though. So different I don’t even know what it is. Of course my whole life has done a 180 since I moved into this house and this neighborhood 5 months ago. Most of its good and long overdue; some of it has me questioning my life. So I guess it is the questions – and the opportunities and the potential? – that are on my mind lately. Change can be good… really good. But it is seldom easy. Shouldn’t I be happier?

So as the seasons change and I prepare to enter another Winter of my life, I find myself wondering where I will be – who I will be - when we come out on the other side in Spring…