Its 9:30pm and I'm tired. i've done nothing worth mentioning today, but i'm ready to hit the sack. By 7pm its dark and its impossible to miss the rather sudden swap of still summer evenings, for crisp breezy nights. Every year, without real reason, i begin to hate the withdraw of summer because i fear the arrival of winter. Winter, a season that still a season away, but for me, the fall is merely a segway to my most hated season.
I clearly have an attitude problem. Fall is one of the most beautiful times of year and i spend it being consumed with dread of what's beyond it and mourning for the summer season that's past. How silly.
But i've had a recent epiphany. I typically hate winter because I refuse to do what i'm supposed to be doing - resting, eating, hibernating and being slow (and cold). Are you kidding me, my life (and most people's) just isn't set up for 3 months of hibernation and being still. There's no time for shorter days and less energy! I'd like to continue at breakneck speed all year round please!
But i suspect that won't work out too well for me. Around year 40 or 50 i might start to burn up from working so hard. My body will break down, my face will wrinkle up and i'll be spending precious hours at the therapists office trying to cope with my accute and chronic feeling of time slipping away. its a vicious cycle, which is why i realize i need a break!
Well ha! Its time for me to honor my natural rhythm - to gather and collect nuts this fall and come inside for the winter. Perhaps even a layer of fat will help protect me for the cold months ahead!
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