Shift. Click. It’s as if I am a piece of machinery, moving from one mode into another. From summer mode into autumn mode. It was not intentional. It’s not as if the air temperature is any different, the sun suddenly rises and sets at a different time, or my list of things to do changes. But the rhythm of life changes as we pass the marker of Labor Day weekend. School starts tomorrow. Fall events that were months ahead are now just a couple of weeks away. The feeling of freedom becomes the feeling of commitment and responsibility.
This weekend I began to look toward fall. I started focusing on the details of my England trip, now just three weeks away. Three weeks from today. I’ve been making plans and reservations. The realization hit – holy cow, I’m really going to England by myself. I’m really going to teach these classes — people are already registered. I’m really going to meet up with all of these friends from online. I’m really going to do this thing! This idea, this dream, is real. Another transition, from dream into reality.
It’s not like this transition wasn’t visible, there on the horizon. It was just always out there, in the future somewhere. It was nebulous, until now. It’s as if my whole being was ready and waiting for the shift but my brain was left behind. Part of me is sitting here, somewhat surprised and reeling from the feeling of transition, while most of me is already moving ahead. It’s time to get the rest of me into the game.
Shift. Click. Summer is over. Autumn is here.