Seventy-degrees out today — and yet it’s truly, albeit inexplicably — fall.
Funny isn’t it, how I have the same routine, the same commute, Monday through Friday. Every day I drive down the same highway, take the same walk to wherever it is I need to be, and yet today — in all it’s 70-something glory — was the first day I noticed just how beautiful everything was. Is.
(Note to self: stop and just be more often. Look. Feel. Touch. See. Observe. Appreciate.)
Something about the change of seasons reminds me to just breathe. Relax and calm all anxieties. I tell myself that I thrive off stress because is pushes me beyond my boundaries, but in reality all I’m doing is allowing it to consume me when I need breathing room most. Keep pushing, but never force things to happen. Things will happen so long as you let them; keep your eyes, heart, and mind open. Detach yourself for a moment. Loosen that leaden grip on this thing — this outcome, this ideal — that you hold so doggedly to. Take a step back, sometimes space is all you need to see the bigger picture. Our own thoughts and our own desire for — obsession with, even — imaginary control can be our worst enemy.
Remember: Everything is where it should be at this very moment.
Whatever will be, will be. Que sera, sera.
So yeah, it’s fall. The leaves are changed. They’re still changing — just as our lives are changing, shifting. And just as it is in fall, it’s a reminder to bare all. Strip down, get naked, and see things for what they are and then what they could be, come spring.
(Until then: catch ya in a fluffy sweater, more likely than not clutching desperately to a steaming mug of matcha.)
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