There was a period in my mid twenties when I didn’t like any of my clothes and my hair was in an awkward grow-out stage. To make sense of it, I decided my personal style was in a fallow period and I was just going to have to wait it out. As growers, we know that when something is in a fallow period, the next season will be extra nutrient rich and abundant. And I wasn’t wrong, my personal style shifted and I grew into a new expression of myself that was a natural evolution. Building on this agrarian analogy…
I make sense of my life in seasons. Periods of growth and expansion followed by inward and reflective seasons. I know to anticipate autumn when I’m in summer and in the depths of winter I can trust in spring. I see how this pattern has repeated throughout my life and acknowledging it is comforting. Right now, somehow in the depths of winter, I have entered a personal springtime. Not a micro mood, but a genuine season of renewal, apparent growth, excitement for what’s to come. I want to share a little writing that’s been knocking around my notes app from the very beginning of this new spring.
There were dark nights in autumn when I asked myself, “Have I made a huge mistake?”