I woke up this morning, 8:00am, late July, Atlanta. I made coffee, pulled on my shorts, buckled Walden’s leash and unlocked the door.
An early autumn breeze hit me full in the face. I stood still a moment, letting the wind swish my hair. Walden sniffed the air, altogether unused to such cool temperatures.
The summer has flown by, folks, and the end of July is a mere 2 days away (I count today only because I haven’t finished my coffee yet). Labor Day will be here soon, and with that cool nights, lovely leaves, pumpkins, turkeys, and Christmas. It’s my favorite time of year, these last months, and I intend to savor it.
I know the humidity and swollen temperatures will return soon, but this first glimpse helps me remember that change is just around the corner.
The days are growing longer and the breeze has the faint feel of spring. It’s finally (almost) here. This winter has been a long and cold one; I’ve seen more ice and snow in two months than I’ve seen in my 27 years. Sue Dewar has said it best:
No. More. I’m ready for spring, in more ways than one. I’m ready for long walks with Walden. I’m ready for outdoor adventures with friends, brunch on patios, windows open all day and night. I have fresh spring sheets on my bed (cream colored with a leaf green pattern). I’ve applied to grad school. I have a list of activities that will be done this spring/summer. Walden is going to obedience classes…one day soon, he will stop being crazy. I hope. I’m eating healthier, I’m moving more, and I’m moving on. Things are going to change this year. I can feel it.
Readers, what are you looking forward to this new season?
…and I don’t feel any different.
Just kidding. I feel a bit different.
It’s funny how quickly things change, how fast things happen, and how your world can change so dramatically in the span of such a short time. 2013 began with large plans, excitement, promises that this year would be the BEST year ever. 7 months in, the bottom dropped out, and here I am, bringing in another new year alone for the first time in many moons.
However, let’s not dwell on the past. 2013 was not a good year. It was hard, painful, distressing, and about a thousand other sad adjectives that no one wants to read about.
I’ve made a decision.
I’m not going to dwell on the past anymore. I’m looking ahead, focusing on the future and forgetting (or, at least not thinking) about what’s behind me. I have an entire year stretched out before me, open and available for anything I can cook up. It’s all me, now. Whatever I want to do, I can do it. 2014 will be the year of discovery, organization, adventure, and healing. It will be the year of preparation.
Resolutions? Oh yeah, lots of them. I’m getting a dog. I’m getting a new tattoo. I’m buying myself a fancy KitchenAid mixer. I’m going to Chicago or Austin (or both). I’m losing all this damn weight that has appeared over the past 3 years (literally and metaphorically). I’m finally writing something worthwhile that will enable me to (one day soon) be a real, professional writer. It’s gonna happen.
By the end of 2014, I will be different. In all the best ways.
Happy New Year, friends.