23 November 2016

It's that Time of Year

It's that time of year. That time where Facebook feeds have "30 Days of Thankful" or twitter posts are 140 characters full of everything one might be thankful for.

Here in central Ohio, we have seen the leaves change colors, we have had a week of temps in the 70s followed by a week of temps in the 30s with SNOW! Some of us still deny the passage of seasons by wearing shorts, sweatshirts, and winter caps. Others have gone full-out with down coats, scarves, gloves, and thermal underwear.

This holiday week many are preparing for traveling to see family and friends. Others are happily enjoying a quiet holiday with a "chosen few."

No matter your political persuasion, we have all been through the ringer lately and have probably shed more than a few tears.

Budgets are stretched tight as many plan for end of the year gift giving holidays. We look for that perfect gift, or that obnoxious gift, or that gift that will keep on giving.

Maybe this time of year marks an opportunity to look inside and around to assess what you have, where you are, and what you want to do with your upcoming days.

Maybe, this time of year is just another day in the year. Maybe......
This time of year is always bittersweet for me. I rejoice in the change of the seasons, yet I mourn the passing of time. I love the smell of fall and dread the cold of winter. I love splurging on once-a-year gifts for the kids, but, as a minimalist, the accumulation of additional physical "things" makes my head spin. I look forward to the challenge of a new year, and stress the post-end of year fallout.

I love........but I hate.........

Today, I decided to just stop and be. I decided to let my email inbox fill up with unanswered emails. I decided my text messages could sit for a bit without a response. I decided I could lose myself in my thoughts. I snuggled into a warm sweatshirt, opened up my journal, turned on some streaming music, and just let myself feel.

And I wrote.
     And I cried.
           And I mourned.
               And I rejoiced.
                     And I welcomed the cold.
                          And I honored the passing of the summer.
                                And I drank water to feel it course through my body.
                                     And I made coffee to wrap my fingers around the heat. And I felt the world continue on. And I just existed.

With my thoughts.
With my conflicts.
With my anger.
With my sorrow.
With my tears.
With my ideas.

And the world was OK. I was OK.

It's that time of year. The time to stop and be. It's that time, because every day should be the time to stop and be. I invite you to stop and be....today, tomorrow, and the next day.

It's that time of year.