New Appreciations
The seasons are changing. While I was gone, the trees shed their leaves. We don't have snow here, but it's chilly and grey and wet.
This time of year, I think back to the trees that fell in the spring and summer (and even into the fall), over the driveway, over the paths, in inconvenient places. I appreciate them in a new way because we're now burning them, as much for the cheerful crackle of the fire as the warmth it produces.
I've picked up a book I tried to read last year. Last year was the wrong time. Now it's the right time.
I'm pursuing opportunities, both creative and remunerative (and some that are both!), that weren't right for me before. I enjoy the challenges even as they also daunt the heck out of me.
I'm opening a (virtual) filing cabinet and re-imagining a few stories. Two years ago, I did all I could to get them to a certain point -- and I knew that point wasn't an effective point, one that told the story well. I appreciate them differently now, and I wonder what they have to teach me, now that I'm slightly different, a little new.
This time of year, I think back to the trees that fell in the spring and summer (and even into the fall), over the driveway, over the paths, in inconvenient places. I appreciate them in a new way because we're now burning them, as much for the cheerful crackle of the fire as the warmth it produces.
I've picked up a book I tried to read last year. Last year was the wrong time. Now it's the right time.
I'm pursuing opportunities, both creative and remunerative (and some that are both!), that weren't right for me before. I enjoy the challenges even as they also daunt the heck out of me.
I'm opening a (virtual) filing cabinet and re-imagining a few stories. Two years ago, I did all I could to get them to a certain point -- and I knew that point wasn't an effective point, one that told the story well. I appreciate them differently now, and I wonder what they have to teach me, now that I'm slightly different, a little new.