Oh Fall, I feel you coming. Transition is never easy for me.
I’ve learned the key to transition, whether in my physical practice or my life is inviting Grace. Allowing it ease me through, knowing deep down that things are meant to be the way they will be. The more I fight and resist the change, the harder it will be.
It’s been a real summer of transition for me. I feel like the girls and I are in a much different place this summer than last. We’ve had time. To heal, to get our head around things and to once again open our eyes to the world. I had a real moment of acknowledgement this morning for all we’ve been through and how it’s shaped who we are and how we live. An acknowledgement of surviving the storm, and the loss and the grief. An acknowledgement that we are ok. I’d typically be dreading the summer coming to an end. This year it feels different.
This year I’m embracing the Fall. The new studio, the bustling soccer schedules, Friday night football, hometown friends and the lovely little town we call home. New adventures, high school, home renovations.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ll miss this view for sure. I’ll miss the comfort it gives me, the space I find here and the ease of life that comes with the summer months. The wave checks, and the joy we find in our tiny apartment by the sea, but there’s so much ahead. So much to do and see and learn and love as we head back to the big house for the next chapter.
So this summer: no goodbyes, no closed books – just three more days of sunshine and sand between my toes, jean shorts and flip flops, surfing with our gang. And as for Fall? I’m a big HELL YES! To whatever life has in store. Amen.
LIVING IN THE WINDOW 