October 19, 2024

Golden hour selfie in Puglia where the summer draws out ‘til November and late night Mediterranean dips are still encouraged.

This was a week ago. Today I am in rainy Rome. In a few weeks I’ll be in Asheville.

In a few months it’s 2025. Which honestly, what the f**k?!

But hey, guess what? I am starting to accept (and even embrace!) the change of season.

To be clear: I’m the most happy in the hot hot heat of summer. Like, really hot. I don’t particularly relish taking my sweaters out of storage and I’d rather be in sandals or barefoot with no makeup and salty hair.

But, I’ve learned to love seasons.

Especially now. Sitting here, sipping tea and cozy, I think seasons give us a space to feel and rewrite and refine who we are.

Summer me? She is out and wild and social. She’s leading retreats and she’s touring and she’s on vacation plenty, too. She’s the closest to my true essence. She’s spinning around in a field of grass or a sandy beach until she falls over dizzy with exhaustion clutching her belly as she laughs.

Autumn me (fall me), she becomes a little less external (a little). She craves quiet time and more coziness. She reads more and she bakes and gets nostalgic and ponders all the things she can let go of, just like the season and the trees and the leaves, get it?

My mind tells me that I could be doing more, that I can keep up my summer schedule. But my body says: chill out. My body says rest. She says start to get ready for winter. She says it’s okay to take things slower.

And maybe your schedule doesn’t shift season-to-season (most 9-5s don’t). But here’s an idea: what if you used this time to change out your routines the same way you change out your closest? Give yourself a seasonal re-set. Let this be a brand new page.

Give yourself permission to go a little slower and rest a little more. Let go. That’s all. 💛