I’m currently in a season of floating. I’ve been trying to force myself to be in a different season for a while — to be more productive, more creative, more ambitious, simply more — but I’m just not there right now. I don’t have the creative energy to start a large project, begin a new venture, or set to motion towards some big new goal. After many seasons of continuous productivity, I can feel my body refusing to partake any longer.
I’m in a season of rest, and I have been for a while. A season where I can get the basics done, where from the outside everything is running smoothly, and yet inside, I just don’t have the inner fire or drive I had in past seasons. It’s uncomfortable to be in a season we wish were over, especially if this season is not one our culture admires. But I don’t think we can force ourselves to skip from one season to the next at our preferred pace, as if we have any control over nature at all. We cannot command the earth’s seasons to change, cannot turn early Spring into mid Summer, cannot rush nature’s meticulous rhythm. So why do we rush our own?
Society is linear-minded, which goes against the very rhythms of nature and human life itself. We’re expected to show up in a linear way, to create in a linear way, to move through life in a linear way — when we are not linear beings. Human nature is cyclical. Creativity is cyclical. Life is cyclical. Seasons come and go, nature ebbs and flows, and change is the only constant. Nothing ever stays the same — and yet, we always make our way back to a past season again, when the timing is right. Not when we decide it to be, but rather, in the divine timing of nature itself. But this place, this season, is never exactly the same, rather similar but different all at once.
If I am apart of nature, and nature is apart of me, then why do I put so much pressure on myself to show up, produce, create, and accomplish in such a linear way? Why do we accept mother earth’s seasons as divine perfection, but neglect to honour these seasons within ourself?
I might not be in the season of creation, but I am in a season of contentment. A season of fully seeing, feeling, and enjoying what’s already here. A season of gratitude, appreciation, and pause. I might not be in the season of productivity, but I am in a season of friendship, or slowing down, of play, of rest. I might not be the most productive business women or accomplished creative, but I’m showing up fully as a wife, as a daughter, as a friend.
We can’t do it all at once. We cannot be in the midst of winter, while simultaneously enjoying Summer. We cannot be both Spring and Autumn. But we can do it all, over the course of many months, many years, many seasons — if only we first learn to appreciate the season we’re in, and gain the teachings, the lessons, and wisdom of what’s here. If we’re trying to be in many seasons at once, we’ll never truly appreciate the season we’re in. I don’t want to live a life that’s scattered. I don’t want to long for what I don’t want. I don’t want to reject the season I’m.
Instead of struggling, fighting, and resisting, let’s fully accept the season we’re in. Let’s grow to appreciate the beauty that’s here. There is no such thing as a right or wrong season, only different seasons. Let’s stop wishing for summer when it’s winter, and learn to embrace winter instead. Let’s trust that seasons never last forever, and Winter will become Spring, Spring Summer, Summer Autumn, and Autumn to Winter once again. Let’s be here now, in the season we’re in, because only here will we find true joy, true peace, and true contentment.
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