seasons change

What better time to reflect and smell the roses of this past summer than as the buzz of fall approaches complete with rainy days, sweater-weather and all things pumpkin spiced... To be honest, I don't even like pumpkin spiced things and I'm not apologizing for it.


Big life changes happened this summer, I moved out of my long time home in Gunnison, Colorado to the big city in Boulder, Colorado. I had months to prepare. Months to pack. Months to emotionally wrap my head around the big move. But instead I dug my heels in. I refused to plan for it. I refused to pack for it. I refused to be excited. 'Cuz I don't like change. 

So there we were, with a house full of helpful family moving furniture and boxes into the U-Haul. And there I was, unpacked as everyone buzzed around me. Fighting to find some sense of control over my life but mostly fighting back tears as wrapped the things and the memories of our first home together in bubble wrap and put them into boxes. 

Sure, I've moved in the past. Come and gone from Gunnison at my whims; once after college to pursue my degree and once to Montana to pursue my passion in photography. But this time was harder. It was harder because I wasn't following my whims, but his. 

Today, someone important just said the words I needed to hear, "Be open, you'll find it again." 

I guess the point is, seasons change. Life changes. So despite the fear, I'll be open to new opportunities. I'll find that control again and with it I'll choose to see the "flowers". I’ll find the good and making the most out of this new life adventure.

Today I think I'll stop to smell the roses.