Each
year in the fall, I begin my job anew. Somehow, it takes a month or two to
catch my breath and stop feeling like I've fallen into an abyss of work and
begin to balance my life again. This year was particularly exemplary of this cycle, as I turn around and see Thanksgiving on the calendar and feel as though things have really only just begun.
It's funny, or perhaps ironic, how I know what I wish for my life to include, yet it's 2am on a Thursday and I'm writing a voluntary blog. To achieve balance I believe that sometimes you just have to do what is on your heart and so tonight, I write.
The lack of balance might be caused by so many things I hate to attribute the blame to just one. Why not spread it out? Illness, both family and personal, changes in relationships and family, moving to a new state, pursuing a new career, pursuing a new title and degree, prioritizing hobbies rather than letting them happen just by chance. I really could go on and on but I won't. Because.
Because, despite all of this, I still managed to fall in love with the fall. So, as I bustle about, buried in files and endless things to do, I revel in my warm Pumpkin Spice coffee, my wardrobe of somewhere between hot and cold clothes, the leaves that scatter, and enjoy the way the sun filters through branches as it sets in the early afternoon.
Before it's cold and snowy, I will figure out what my new job is all about. I will begin to re-emerge from the abyss. I will hope for renewal and in this moment in the fall, finally feel content with life again. If I'm lucky it'll happen, just in time to catch the first snowflakes of the season lightly falling on my tongue.
It's funny, or perhaps ironic, how I know what I wish for my life to include, yet it's 2am on a Thursday and I'm writing a voluntary blog. To achieve balance I believe that sometimes you just have to do what is on your heart and so tonight, I write.
The lack of balance might be caused by so many things I hate to attribute the blame to just one. Why not spread it out? Illness, both family and personal, changes in relationships and family, moving to a new state, pursuing a new career, pursuing a new title and degree, prioritizing hobbies rather than letting them happen just by chance. I really could go on and on but I won't. Because.
Because, despite all of this, I still managed to fall in love with the fall. So, as I bustle about, buried in files and endless things to do, I revel in my warm Pumpkin Spice coffee, my wardrobe of somewhere between hot and cold clothes, the leaves that scatter, and enjoy the way the sun filters through branches as it sets in the early afternoon.
Before it's cold and snowy, I will figure out what my new job is all about. I will begin to re-emerge from the abyss. I will hope for renewal and in this moment in the fall, finally feel content with life again. If I'm lucky it'll happen, just in time to catch the first snowflakes of the season lightly falling on my tongue.
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