September 1, 2021

September 1st. To quote Albert Einstein (cause isn’t that a clever original thing for me to do): Time is an illusion

Are we really leaving behind the last days of summer? I’m always quite melancholy to leave summer behind, despite how much I do (mostly) enjoy fall and I definitely like living somewhere where there are seasons and signs that point to change and fresh starts and new beginnings.

I’ve been saying this a lot to anyone who will listen: time is the most ridiculous fluid concept these days, or maybe it always has been.

In numbers my life feels rather grandiose: I’ve lived in Italy for 11+ years. I’ve been a tour guide for 10+ years. I’ve lived in my apartment for 5+ years. I can even say now that I’ve been a yoga teacher for nearly 4 years. Time.

Anyway. Here we are. September 2021. There is something so satisfying about September, memories of back-to-school shopping and new notebooks and meeting your new school friends and teachers. Memories of what autumn felt like wherever you are from and (perhaps) the stark contrast of what it feels like these days.

This is my reminder to myself and to you: whatever it is you’re leaving behind from the summer, let it go graciously. And whatever is waiting for you this fall I hope it is bigger and more glorious than you can possibly comprehend right now.