"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 can hear the traffic rushing into downtown Greensboro towards office life. Aside from missing seeing the colors of the sunrise as I’d drive east into downtown and getting a steady paycheck with health insurance I don’t miss corporate America and it’s muted grey cubicle cells that we’d pretend weren’t a more lenient jail.
So what's the theme of 2018 you ask? Maybe not as sexy as the year of the travel, but exactly what the doctor ordered.
Maybe it was the sleep deprivation, or the dehydration for that matter, but on the short rickshaw ride in I had the comforting sense that I was powerless, it felt like someone was whispering in my ear "if you want to enjoy this trip treat it like a rickshaw ride, don't hold on too tightly. Let it all unfold naturally or you'll miss the magic".
"Risking everything for this new life I’ve chosen is a daily practice in living wholeheartedly in spite of fear. By choosing the risks of living an unconventional life, I’m hoping the reward will be an extraordinary one."
"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."
In celebration of quitting my full time job to work this coaching passion of mine I'm offering 10% off my individual coaching packages today and tomorrow.
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.