October
Dear Reader,
Can you believe that October is here already? Again?
I’ve been journaling this morning. I don’t journal often anymore. As you get older, it always feels like there are a million things to accomplish each day. How can I fit in - everything I have to do and everything I want to do? There is much left to learn. There is also much to enjoy and explore. Parents are amazing. Now, I think I understand. I imagine what it would be like to try to do the things I have to do and the things I want to do, as well as raising another being. We all deserve a moment to stop and give ourselves a pat on the back…
In my head, not my stomach, are butterflies. Of all different shapes and sizes and colours. One is called Money. Another - Relationships.
Places.
Weaknesses.
Regrets.
Sometimes, this swarm is too much. I want the fluttering to stop.
I want to sit by a river, alone. I want an empty head. Only eyes, consuming the beauty of the river.
I am worrying about what I need to change. I am worrying about the passing of another year. Another year older. But nothing stops - if we are lucky. And eventually, change comes anyway.
It is October.
Let’s enjoy the vibrancy of the changing, falling, dying leaves. The last storms before winter.
Your Writer
