I finally fell into the right thing.
The right job.
The right location.
The right people.
The right commute.
It’s not that everything was wrong before. Whenever I move, I always wind up where I need to be. It’s just that sometimes circumstances change, or sometimes I change. And then there’s time. Sometimes it just takes longer than expected to get to the place I need to be. Sometimes I’m there all along and I just needed to realize it.
The season has changed. It’s fall. It’s cooler. I have a walking commute, so it’s lovely. I discovered a trail nearby, so my lunches can be out in nature or at least involve more walking. It’s not that everything is so different. I used to have a walking commute, but it was summer and extremely hot. There were no trails or air conditioning for my lunch breaks previously. But I was still outside.
I have changed. I’ve fallen. I’m calmer. I have enough that I can refocus my energy. I can find my balance again instead of constantly moving ahead, except when I’m constantly moving because I like to walk everywhere (when possible).
Sometimes I must keep moving for mediation and inner mantras to float through my mind. Sometimes I find this in stillness. It’s just how I am. We all must shift through seasons; we all come back to where or how we were before and then change again. Sometimes we drop leaves or the things we no longer need; sometimes we must begin new growth. There is a cyclical nature within change. And finally, I welcome it.
What has fall changed for you?