Changes…seasonal and otherwise…

This week, fall came. 
Literally overnight. It was 80+ and swampy outside on Monday. This morning, I lamented the fact that I did not have my gloves and scarf (admittedly, I like to wear these earlier than most thanks to some circulation problems I have…). In a week, I’ve gone from long-sleeved t-shirts to fleece.
And of course I sense that there are changes coming in other areas of my life. My father’s having some relatively major medical issues. My parents are cleaning out their house. I’m contemplating where I am in my relationship and whether that has as much of a future as I thought. I am continuing to clean out my apartment, donating items that I no longer use or want. 
I love stability, but sometimes shaking it up (well, except for the medical issues) is so needed. Deep cleaning, reconsidering where we are in life, our habits, expectations, and routines. 
I know that some elements of my life will not change, but… it certainly seems like others will. Here’s to seeing what’s over the horizon as autumn shifts to winter… but hopefully not next week. 
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Chaos, peace, and reason

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This is sort of a statement about my current perspective on our world, and particularly our own “president” and the unfolding impeachment saga. 
But it’s also about the chaos in my own life and my need for peace and reason. It’s an insane time of year for me – the nuttiest month in my year, with grants due, teaching, guest lectures, and other responsibilities (that I want!) being added to my plate.
It’s a lot. 
And with all the outside chaos, I really need and want peace and reason at home. And I have that – in my own space. But in my relationship, I don’t have that. I have chaos in my personal life that quite frankly I don’t want or need right now. 
So I’m seeking peace… and hoping to find it. I know that I’ll make it through the month work-wise. That’s kind of non-negotiable. But having to navigate the personal chaos in addition to that is a lot. 
Hoping to gain some peace the next few days, as hopefully a few things come to a resolution, whatever that is. 

Moving through

If you knew how hard it would be and how long it would take in the beginning then you might not try in the first place. You can’t guarantee success, but you can guarantee failure: never try. ~David Cain

I’ve had a lot of ups and downs personally and professionally in the last few weeks. Great days at work followed by those that make me question what the heck I am doing. Great conversations and get togethers with people… only to be followed by long periods of silence during which I fret about what I did or said to turn the other person away.

I’m trying to remember that patience will pay off. I need to persist to succeed. But sometimes it’s tiring. Sometimes I want to step off the treadmill – of grant submission after grant submission, meeting after meeting, constant worry about my relationships and how others perceive me. Sometimes, I’d give almost anything to just get away from it all, go way up north where no one knows me, and no one knows how to find me, and just… be.

And then I remember that for right now, I have to be in the trenches. I need to persist, see these things through…and that the time for rest will come. Sometimes the only way out, is through.

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Like and unlike

I need something more lighthearted today.
Heavy work and thinking weekend. Lots of pondering about what to do next in a certain situation, worrying about something going on in my family this week, and just general (normal-for-me) anxiety.

So, something a bit lighter.

I have officially turned into my mother. The tipping point was yesterday, when I found myself rinsing out Ziploc bags to reuse. I have a goal to not buy them anymore – to change to reusable ones. But the issue is that I still wash and reuse them all the time. And I said I would never do that! mostly because my mother did. And I thought it was absurd and ridiculous. Now, of course, I realize that she was absolutely doing the right thing, if she wasn’t going to (or wasn’t able to) switch to reusables (they didn’t exist when she started doing this…)

I put water in the dish detergent to get every last bit out of the bottle.

I squeeze the toothpaste tube from the bottom up.

I haven’t started telling the same stories over and over (and over) again, but I anticipate that will start soon.

I want to chop off all my hair, a move she made when she was just a bit younger than me.

We like the same books.

We like the same food.

We both laugh at my father and his overreaction to things like a man-cold.

If you saw us together, you’d know we’re related

And yet, I differ so much from her in other ways – important (to me) ways.

Politically, spiritually, socially. She’s an extrovert with a loud voice who likes to dominate conversation and doesn’t know what to do with a weekend without plans.

I am… not an extrovert with a loud voice, and there is nothing I like more than a quiet weekend without plans.

I shop at thrift shops, nearly exclusively. She shops at Talbots.

She wears makeup to go to the gym sometimes, and always, always, wears jewelry.

Um, yeah. My 1-minute makeup “routine” is the essence of minimalism.

And yet. There are still these hints of her in my actions, in what I do unconsciously on a daily basis.

It’s reassuring and comforting, in a way, to know that some of what I do is not new to me, but instead rooted in years of observation and absorbing her way of doing things, even if I once ridiculed it. I haven’t changed everything about who I was before, where I came from. I’ve changed a lot, yes, but there are still vestiges of who I was that persist.

And I’m okay with that.

Comfortable and familiar

Sometimes, I just want a break from evolving and changing. 
Sometimes it’s the comfortable, the familiar, that is what I need more. 
I think our constant focus these days on growth, self-awareness, challenging ourselves…sometimes, we just need a break. And that’s okay. It’s okay to turn to the familiar and comforting when change gets scary, when it all becomes too overwhelming, too much. 
Sometimes there are too many changes in too many facets of our lives. And you know what? Stepping away – just for a bit, not forever – can be the best way to move forward. 
I’ve been doing a lot of thinking that may wind up changing my life substantially. 
And that means that I have been seeking comfort – in old, favorite foods. In comfy clothes. In being around people who make comfortable, situations I prefer. 
I’ll keep growing, keep changing… but I’m still going to turn to the familiar to help nourish that growth.