Most things lasts for a season but some things last for seasons on end. As the end of summer draws near, we change gears and look towards different milestones and assess the ones that we have or haven’t met over the last season. Summer is a time of fun relaxation and vacations. As Labor Day comes and goes and fall arrives unannounced, we see the lazy hazy days of summer wane and we are forced to recalibrate our journey.
For some of us like myself it is back to school and managing work and school while other activities wind down and take a back seat or are ejected. For others it is back on the career path looking towards the end of year. You may have your eyes set on your year end bonus and henceforth set a plan in motion towards that goal.
In the three months left in 2009 how can we achieve our yearly goal? Are we on track to be where we thought we would be?
In spring time we cleaned out our closets and simplified our lives. Unfortunately summer has a way of sailing by and once again our closets are full to the brim.
It’s time for some fall cleaning.
It is time for a temperature check on the things that matter in our lives. We sometimes view life in a cyclic way. The seasons come and go and when summer comes around next year we are back to where we were the summer before. It’s time to view things in a linear and continuous way. Next summer is a year from now…not just summertime again!
Every season must build on the its predecessor.
If you are at the same place you were last fall you have not grown. You are living a cyclic life and are going through the motions. If this is your situation then look at what you can do differently this fall to “spring” yourself forward.
You must try not to “fall” back.
If you do not propel yourself forward you will find yourself in this same place next labour day. Start now, from wherever you are.
Stigma and style
Unique and bold
Poetry is her motion
Keeps her prisoner
Inside her Judas
She leaps inwards
As swiftly as she sprung
Showers her with shame
What was beauty
Is a new version
Of the emperors new clothes
She cannot walk
Wants to run
From her very skin
We watch in shock
Cringe in awe
Wish we could all
Instead we all live
With what fate has bestowed
Cast the first stone