Semi-thoughtful ramblings about seasons.
Looking back, I’ve found that many topics of my ramblings have centered around seasons. It makes sense. When times change, people tend to change. Perhaps it’s just the environment shifting–circumstances present themselves and we react. I’m fond of the notion that we learn and evolve. One might call it maturing.
Our lives move in seasons, I think. The winter was mild. We’ve been keeping busy. Summer is right around the corner. Are we going to savor the Spring, or let it slip past us as we crave the beach and cook-outs?
Change is the driving force of life, I think. The transitional months are usually my favorite. It makes me feel like a vagabond in my own skin–not knowing whether I’ll settle into my bed for a restful night of sleep, or pace back and fourth on a late-night call, or type rabidly over a soon-due project piece.
That spontenaety of lifestyle keeps me emotionally nimble. How can a person who desires much, but starts with little, achieve that transition without embracing the process of that evolution itself?
That’s my goal, anyway. To welcome this discomfort. I want to press through it. The other side of this mine shaft is visible, and I’ll get there with some gold.