"I'm so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers" L.M. Montgomery Anne of Green Gables
Crisp fall mornings pulling on my cognac leather fry boots over skinny jeans feels right. Autumn has its own delights. I wait all year for the simple joy of wearing this fall attire. Adding an extra layer - a sweater or a turtle neck - keeps me too hot in the early Carolina evenings, but just right as the sun goes down. I have a strong desire to watch a cyclocross race while ringing a cow bell, drinking a beer and trying to keep an unruly dog in check.
Despite the delights, getting out of bed in fall mornings is difficult. My 81 year old house is drafty and my bedroom the coldest room in the house during fall and winter. The solution is a piping hot cup of coffee calling me out of bed. I'll slide into purple Lululemon sweat pants and an oversized ugly sweater and trundle into the kitchen to boil water for my French Press. It's time to curl up on my couch with my journal and coffee to write my morning pages. The morning birds are quiet, everything is still, I've woken up in the dark and it will be a while before I see the morning sun. It feels like i'm the only one in the world.
Running in the fall is what runners wait for all year. The cool mornings require perfect layering so that you're warm on the inside but not too hot. When you step outside on a Saturday morning you can see your breath. If you leave early enough for your run the sun is just coming up and you'll most likely see a misty morning sky with perfect colors.
Sunday drives in the mountains during leaf season are perfect for taking the long way home, gawking and pulling over to the side of road and taking pictures.
Sometimes I wish October could last forever.
"I have a moment every day where I'll be walking downtown to a meeting, or making a pot of coffee or writing a blog post or planning a goal for the month and a feeling of complete happiness will wash over me."
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I find it difficult to believe this is actually happening, but it’s my last week of work in corporate America, my last week with the steady paycheck I’ve grown comfortably accustom to. I’m a healthy dose of terrified mixed with excited beyond measure
It’s one thing to dream about something, but the reality of doing it is another thing entirely. Dreaming is fun. My heart likes to dream, but my brain is anxious and fearful, it seems to have a direct line to the reptilian DNA and thinks about the numbers and the horrible outcomes.
Are you looking for more meaning in this one big beautiful life of yours? Are you certain that you’re supposed to be doing something that makes a difference in this world but you’re not quite sure what?
These trees reminded me that destruction isn't always bad, it is often that after you burn it all down you've created space for new ideas and new growth. Clearing can be a form of creating if you can be comfortable in the chaos and destruction.
I've got 15 days total and 10 actual work days after today and I'll be a free woman. Sovereignty is a core value of mine and I'm not sure I've ever had it.
When I feel the self doubt creeping in I stop and recognize that's fear trying to steer me off course. The biggest failure here would be to not even try because of the fear.
The most important lesson I've learned by watching others achieve goals and dreams is no risk, no reward and in inherent in risk is fear.
Looking back every time I've chosen the more difficult path I was unplugging myself from the universal power of life, I was cutting off an umbilical cord to my creative energy.