Tuesday Truth.
Number 47.
Does anyone else feel this way?
I know we often think of spring as this bursting forth of new life, but the fall also feels like a new beginning.
A time to shed all the things that no longer serve us.
To let the old fall away.
To have a new beginning.
Spring and fall always feel like turning points to me. A time to choose a different way down the path. Or to keep enjoying the way of the path that you are currently traveling. But, nevertheless, it feels like a time of choosing.
The crispness of fall has finally reached the Blue Ridge Mountains. It makes me feel hopeful and revived. Prepared for life to start all over again.
In my own life, there are already certain wheels set in motion.
Mr. D is moving back to Roanoke. It will make my heart so happy to see his face more often. Where he will stay is still fluid, but it did speed up the remodeling of our basement (so no complaints here). I don’t have any before photos (poor planning on my part), but I’ll soon have some after photos to share. It’s so much lighter and brighter…which always makes me smile.
If you’ve followed my brief moments of finding time to share on here or have followed me for any length of time, then you already know that while I try to stay positive and find gratitude in the ordinary, I have struggles just like everyone else. Recently, I was reading a post by my blogger friend, Jonathan, and his commentary about blogging being a place to exhale really struck me.
That is how my blog began. A place to exhale my journey. My discoveries about the wonders of the world. My struggles with anxiety and self-doubt. My journey about finding myself while still being completely devoted to the role of motherhood that I chose as my primary path in life.
And sometimes that path is hard. I mentioned a couple of months ago that I had some sick teens. One of those was not a “simple” illness. It was like a spiderweb with a slow unraveling of answers. It is not a journey that I have finished traversing, but I can see the light. And that is all I can say about that. As you know, two of my teens are adults and one is close, so while my story intertwines with theirs, their story is theirs alone to tell. While I do not publicly share their stories, I am eternally grateful for my small village of people who do know the journey and have checked on the unraveling while at the same time reminding me that in order to pour, I need to remember to refill.
In other news, I have just returned from the annual soccer tournament in Virginia Beach that Miss Sunshine always looks forward to. It was a perfect weekend for soccer. The weather was absolutely gorgeous. They played four games over the weekend. They won two and lost two, placing third. Each game was close and Miss Sunshine scored two goals! One of my favorite parts of the weekend though was hanging out in the hotel room after a day of soccer and just laughing about silly things. I love this bonding time with her. It’s still hard for me to believe that in less than a week, she will turn 16!
My babies are growing up right before my eyes. It’s such a bittersweet journey, but one that I love to watch. It definitely feels like a new phase. Big Mr.’s (my oldest teen) job keeps his schedule such that some days he and I are the only ones home for a period of time and it fills my heart to have that one-on-one time with him. I know that I am drawing ever closer to them fully spreading their wings and flying.
I just hope that it’s not too far away.
Are you beginning to have fall weather? Fully immersed in fall? Catching glimpses of winter (I surely hope not)? I know some of you are on the other side of the world, so is spring starting to burst forth where you are?
Wherever you are, I hope the weather is glorious and that the day brings a smile to your face.
Let your light shine!
Amy
