With the arrival of summer, I too have entered a new season of life.
Upon a Google search of seasons online, I learned that they are caused by the tilt of the earth’s axis.
I particularly liked the way the website Enchanted Learning described this phenomenon: “Since the axis is tilted, different parts of the globe are oriented towards the sun at different times of the year.”
That is what happened to me. Aspects of my life have been reoriented towards the sun.
I wake up in the morning and greet the day. I no longer linger in the arms of the night.
Time-worn intentions materialize in the light.
I joined a gym and I actually go. I’m cleaning out cabinets and drawers and discovering items that have been missing for years. I found the Roomba virtual wall I had not seen in months.
I bought some new clothes rather than waiting for the ever-elusive day the scale would finally say I could. They look and feel good, and so do I.
My shirts now bedeck hangers rather than the cedar chest at the foot of my bed.
My new paper towel holder arrived in the mail today. I was never sure which one to get, so for years I did what many a perfectionist would do – I did not buy one.
I have scarcely glanced at Twitter or the news since I left for vacation on June 1. I do not wish to become entangled in that web of words ever again.
I am behind on several TV shows, for I have not been sitting still long enough to watch them.
I have been waiting for a very long time – for the perfect time, the perfect conditions, perhaps even perfection itself. Yet, a change has been stirring in my heart, one of which I was not even truly cognizant. I was frozen in a long winter, unaware of the water trickling beneath the shining sun. That trickle grew and now thunders mightily like the falls in Yosemite, rushing and echoing throughout the valley of my life.
If I had to put my life into words right now, I’d use these lyrics from “I’m Movin’ On” by Rascal Flatts:
“I’m movin’ on / At last I can see / Life has been patiently waiting for me / And I know there’s no guarantees / But I’m not alone / There comes a time in everyone’s life / When all you can see are the years passing by / And I have made up my mind that those days are gone.”
Stacy Parent is a lifelong resident of Baytown.