I don’t know why, but the end of each summer makes me feel melancholy. There is no specific triggering event that I can recall, no direct issues that I can associate them to, but that feeling happens each year.
This year, of course, is no different and a few days ago I realized that when I left for and arrived home from work it was suddenly dark where it had been light just the day before. The changes are so subtle as they unfold that they are almost imperceptible.
This morning on my way to work the waking world looked so quiet and beautiful.
I have always felt like I’ve lost something at the end of each summer. An awareness that I am one year older and that there are a finite number of summers left in my life.
This awareness for me is not one that I dwell on negatively but use as a means of appreciating the little things as well as the big ones and learning to let go of that which I deem to be inconsequential.
Each season as I become ‘more myself’, I learn what really matters and I am taking more time for self-care. Working towards a calmer me by removing myself from persons and situations that do not contribute to my growth or bring out my best.
I am learning to accept the me that I am and loving it flaws and all. I take joy in each day and in each experience, and I make every effort to learn the lessons each day teaches.
The metamorphosis continues…
Goodbye summer, I’ve grown a lot this past year and I look forward to our meeting again.
Until next time.
Be safe, be well, be blessed!