“Fall comes and goes,” we sighed, “and it feels like it is only here for a moment.”
Autumn. We busied ourselves in minutiae, and there weren’t enough hours in the day for the physical actions, along with the mental real estate required for most transactions.
Mid-season, I prayed for snow, fully realizing the futility of such an action, knowing that we would wait and see what happened, just like everything else.
Really, though, there was always a plan. How it unfolded is where it all began.
Most of us are looking for the “What is it going to take” moment in order to do what we have to do to move on, and there’s the rub:
It takes nothing.
We do it, or we don’t.
We can rack up ten or twenty years marking trivialities, or we can get busy. I’m moving toward Year Ten in my current career track, and it is ludicrous–and by it, I mean everything in it. There will not be a Year Twelve. Unfortunately, it takes a while at my age (and my current EXP level) to actually learn things, so an extra year isn’t that big of a deal.
There are fewer than a hundred days left to this year.
This may be the first time a New Year meant something permanent. I’m looking forward to it.