Some people say that life is always good, but what about when it's not? I'm not indicating that my life is bad per se, I'm just in a bit of a...transition overload. (What's weird is that I was going to type holding pattern when I realized it's just the opposite.)
I can't wait until Kelly gets her groove back. Or maybe life is just a series of transitions and the trick is figuring out how to constantly be in adjustment. Well, I'll tell you right now - I'm not very good at it. (I'm just being realistic, not pessimistic. Sheeesh.)
And what about the title of this post? It's bad, non? Well, it's certainly not good. That's for damn sure.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Friday, September 16, 2011
A Fresh Start
The arrival of September inevitably brings the change of seasons from summer to fall. Today is the first day I could distinctly smell autumn in the air. And it made me feel so hopeful. This time of year is one of new beginnings: Each year for over 20 years, I was getting ready to go to school and, presumably, make my mark on the world. I was going to make new friends, get all A's, perform for Friday's big game. I was going to dance the night away with my sweetheart at Homecoming, go to college in the fall and make a really big difference, move to the big city and become an adult. I was all dreams!
Not only does the season conjure up good memories of old friends, football games, and dance team competitions, but also of trick-or-treating and bonfires and bearing down for cold, snowy winters. And being with my family. And being a Midwestern.
It's not often that we get the clean, crisp smell of fall in Seattle. Usually, September is so warm (one of our best months) and we're not buckling down for 6 long months of winter, we're boating on Lake Washington before the rain starts!
So maybe it's not necessarily the smell of new beginnings that gets me hopeful. Maybe it's the smell of nostalgia. Hopefully, I can create a life with Jason that will feel the same way: "Oh, remember when we were first married and we had to live in the really small apartment and it was just hell because we couldn't get used to being with each other all the time?" or "Gosh, it was so much work to commute all the way to Seattle from Renton. How did I do that?" or "I can't believe we were just above that noisy transit center. And it was so hot in our apartment! Remember we kept the fans on all day long?" or "Even though the first year was an adjustment, I'm so glad we're married."
I hope I can say those things in 10, 20, 35 years. Because right now, feeling ever-so nostalgic, I'd really like to be 15 years old again without a care in the world.
Not only does the season conjure up good memories of old friends, football games, and dance team competitions, but also of trick-or-treating and bonfires and bearing down for cold, snowy winters. And being with my family. And being a Midwestern.
It's not often that we get the clean, crisp smell of fall in Seattle. Usually, September is so warm (one of our best months) and we're not buckling down for 6 long months of winter, we're boating on Lake Washington before the rain starts!
So maybe it's not necessarily the smell of new beginnings that gets me hopeful. Maybe it's the smell of nostalgia. Hopefully, I can create a life with Jason that will feel the same way: "Oh, remember when we were first married and we had to live in the really small apartment and it was just hell because we couldn't get used to being with each other all the time?" or "Gosh, it was so much work to commute all the way to Seattle from Renton. How did I do that?" or "I can't believe we were just above that noisy transit center. And it was so hot in our apartment! Remember we kept the fans on all day long?" or "Even though the first year was an adjustment, I'm so glad we're married."
I hope I can say those things in 10, 20, 35 years. Because right now, feeling ever-so nostalgic, I'd really like to be 15 years old again without a care in the world.
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