The other day, I found myself on the top of a hill, looking at this Pennsylvania countryside. A view like this could give a lady a lot to think about.
With my birthday come and gone, and the world settling into fall, I’ve found myself in another place of transition. And, surprisingly, the older I get, the harder these transitions seem to feel. I never thought I’d feel so routine (stagnant?) at 28, but I also realize that’s an easy thing to change. What newness can I bring into my life? How can I keep striving toward goals of the past – of being a better writer, crafter, and cook? A better daughter, friend, and companion to another? There is a lot of love in my heart and passion in my being. I’m just waiting to unleash it in the correct fashion. But I don’t know what that is yet.
Lately, what feels best, is a more private life. Moments captured only with my eyes and my thoughts. Conversations I can ruminate upon later. Trips to close and distant locations where I can experience new life. I am finally at a point in my existence where I have the ability to come and go as I please; trips are not nearly as daunting. And I plan on embarking upon a few this fall that I know will stretch and open my heart in unique ways.
My hobbies are following me, too. I went to a Craft Night with a chatty group of young women last week. It was just what my soul needed in terms of reconnection with those like me. With food, I’ve been making weekly grocery lists and using the Crock Pot with much regularity, though photos have not made their way to the blog due to camera fritz. And I’ve been doing more writing than normal, which is both surprising and rewarding at once.
However, of this season, I find that I most want to capture moments with others. The kind that linger well into the night and next morning. Conversations and scenes that will be replayed much later. Times and spaces where I can look back later and say, “That’s why it all happened this way.”
I look forward to this Fall and all that it brings. For I know it won’t last long, as it never does.