When the seasons roll

I know I do an excited fall post every year. I wax poetic about fall fairs and crisp cool days drenched in sunshine and trees dying their hair blonde, brunette or becoming fiery redheads. And all that is still so very true, but it isn't just fall that does this to me. I get the rush from the change. Every few months I need some sort of change some sort of new, some sort of adventure. One can't be moving that often nor dying their hair (though the old me would disagree), but you still need something. And for me that is the seasons change.

That rush as one slowly starts to slide over the other, wrap together and for a few weeks become Siamese twins and confuse the hell out of everyone walking around. Then the old season comes out of the gate a little slower each day, whilst the new season emerges as the clearer stronger victor, pushing aside the previous weeks and subduing the dying season with promises of 'next year....'. That's what I need and love and currently am drowning in, that Siamese twin mash of summer and fall. And of course even excited for autumn my mind and heart rush past onto all the good (and bad and lengthy and dragging on-ness) of winter.

So basically I need to live in the now and work on enjoying it instead of the future.

And this is a lesson I've recently started accepting into my life on a daily front, not just at seasons change. For years I'd been in 'planning mode' focussed on what comes next and trying to be prepared. And now I've tried (somewhat successfully) to curb that bad habit and remember to love where I am in that very moment, because really you don't know how many more moments you may get.