The past few months have worked their way through my life as if they were someone elses that I sat by and watched. It isn’t that I haven’t been living them, but more so, actively surviving them. Surviving and living are often two seperate ways of life.
What amazes me most is life goes on no matter whether you are actively persuing it or trying to survive it. I am trying to define my priorities and shed the things in life that are not important and surround myself with the things that are most important to me. As I have aged – what used to be important when I was younger no longer seems as important.
Age is a funny thing too – I can no longer stand clutter, so I have been clearing my life with as much of that clutter as I can, enjoying the open space more. Maybe this is a way of whittling down ones own stuff so that when we die, our kids don’t have to do it for us. I laugh here, because there is one area of my life that I can’t seem to shed – my yarn. If my finances were more stable I would probably have more of it, so I guess blessings come in every form.
What little fall sunny days we have are numbered, I must say I am not really looking forward to winter – perhaps that is because we didn’t have much of a summer. Most of the trees are still full of green leaves and it will be interesting to see what they do now that it had snowed, and froze and now warmed up again. I expect them to just drop with no beautiful colors this year. Life is strange.
