I just sat down at my kitchen table, looking out at the birds flying around in the trees outside. Coffee in hand. Owl pajamas on. Slippers from last Christmas out and on my feet, and I still feel a slight chill in the air, so fall must be beginning. I know that for some of you, you’ve already had a few weeks of fall, but where I’m from it takes about a month of fall before we actually start getting fall weather.
There’s something refreshing about the start of fall for me. It gives me this rush of new energy. It makes me want to start something new (hence this blog), be more productive, and be the person I want to be. It signals the start of a new chapter for me.
I’m not really sure why this is for me. I guess in a way I start to panic because another year is starting to wind down, and I feel a sense of urgency to make this one memorable. “The year I started my blog.” or something like that. It also may be a bit of excitement. I’ve always loved the holidays. Not so much Halloween (Sorry to the thousands of people I just offended. It just isn’t my thing.), but all the rest of those fall and winter holidays I absolutely live for.
I’m the type of person who loves tradition. I hate change. I love the stability that the holidays can sometimes bring. Regardless of what has happened throughout this year, we will all sit down to the same meal, with the same family (for the most part), to the same traditions. Even when something terrible has happened that year like the loss of a family member and their absence at the table is felt so strongly, there’s still something comforting about the fact that everyone else that is there is feeling the same things you are, and we’re still there to celebrate the same traditions. Our new normal together.
Anyway, that’s just a glimpse into what I’m feeling today with the first cold front of the season and my view of fall. Since it is my first post on this blog, I would love for you to join me on my journey if only to see if this new wind holds out.