Anne of Green Gables once said, “I’m so glad that I live in a world where there are Octobers.” I wholeheartedly agree with her. Despite the fact that I’ve relocated to South Carolina, I still get Octobers. They’re slightly warmer than in MI, sure, but they are just as beautiful. The trees turn reds and golds and yellows, the air smells like leaves and something crisp, and there’s apple cider and donuts. Best thing is, there are mountains to climb to better see the world changing colors.
It’s a little strange to, for the second year of most of my life, not be going back to school when fall rolls around. But the novelty of not having to go back to school hasn’t rubbed off—I’m still pretty happy about it. I’ve just recently quit my first job and moved onto another (as referenced in this post), and things are changing around here.
Granted, it’s still hot as hell in SC. My body is aching for fall. I want to wear boots and drink coffee outside in the mornings without being attacked by swarms of mosquitoes. I want hot spiced apple cider, Halloween candy, walks in cool night air. I want fall.
Fall has always been my favorite season, but I don’t think it’s just because of the weather and the cool, windiness of it. Since I’ve been in school for the vast majority of my life, fall means school and fall means change. A new year.
Even though I don’t miss school, I miss the clearly defined fresh start that a new school year always brought. It’s a huge adjustment to not being in school. Now I have a real job (well, a real part-time job and several freelance ones), a wonderful relationship (though I have not nearly as much writing material as I did when I was miserable), and I’ve been in the same city in the South for over a year now.
I am the kind of person who always looks for a new season. I realized, lately, that it might not be a good thing. I’m struggling to find some sort of perfection in my life. “Oh, well it’s fall so this will be a new start!” “Oh, 2013, best year yet!” One of the most difficult things for me is stopping to accept that life is lovely just the way it is, and that I don’t need a new start to make it so. I don’t need a new school year for change, I don’t need fall to remind me to focus on the small things.
I can do that anytime I want.
So, after getting to this realization, I created a little something that sits on my desk. My adventure jar. It says For Adventures on it. I put coins and dollars into it.
Last week, I used some of it to travel to a wonderful coffee shop about 30 minutes away. My next purchase will be a small journal. Journals are adventures, right?!
I guess the point of this long, rambling post is that we don’t need new seasons to try to enjoy our lives again (even though I’m still really excited for October). There is so much waiting for us right here and right now, but all our minds can think is, will it be better this time?
It won’t be better this time. It will be different. So try to stay a little more focused on the present.
(If you need help focusing on the present, as I always do, read The Tao of Pooh. It’ll get you every time.)