I’ve been in academia too long. I don’t see the beginning of the year as January first. No, my years role from September to the end of summer. When the pencils are sharpened and the slabs of fresh white paper are loaded into binders-that’s when my year starts. In the fall. When the change of seasons is apparent by the smell of rusting leaves and the air is crisp and sweaters are pulled tight. Last night I was pushing my shopping cart out to the car, laden with food to feed my small army and their pets, and it hit me: the air smelled like winter. It’s been so long since I’ve smelled it, drowned in the rainforest where the change of season was marked by more rain. But there it was-the edge in the air laced with a something a bit heavier, more metallic. The sign of an approaching winter. It made me ridiculously excited.
First I’m going to savor my favorite season: fall. September has given way to this new year, and a new season in our lives in so many different ways. New schools and jobs. A new house and new friends. Things have changed and finally I feel like maybe, just maybe we’re all starting to settle in. So it’s time to make some more changes, and some other commitments.
The #31Days challange has been floating around the internet. In and out of circles that I’m mixed in on line and I’ve been debating joining. The Nester gets things rolling and joins all the bloggers together and I’ve tossed around the idea of jumping in for the last couple of months. Can I really commit to a blog a day? Oofda. Not sure. I can barely commit to a shower a day right now. Can I get an Amen?
But it’s a new season, and there’s some things I’m working on. So maybe this is the incentive I need, yes?
Whew. That was a big choice. So here’s what I’m thinking. I’ve been trying to learn some grace here lately. Grace for myself, grace for those around me. I’ve struggled with weight all my life. I have endocrine issues that have followed me all my years, and couple that with an early hysterectomy and being jumped into menopause at 31, there is a whole new dimension added on to that. Then just for fun let’s throw in a new job with an hour and 20 minute commute and loads of homework and top it off with a brand new baby and now sleep. All that? Well it leads to one tired and worn out mamma running on a threadbare spirit. I’ve gained weight, I’ve been to guilty to take time for myself and run. I’ve put things that weren’t important at the fore front. And it’s time for some grace. And I’m learning that the more grace gets fed, the bigger it gets.
And I’m a nurse, so I thing we all need to be healthy-and health comes in all shapes and forms. From how toned your behind is, to how much your heart hurts. My favorite definition of health has always been from the WHO. No, not the band. The World Health Organization. In 1948 they said that “Health is a state of complete physical, mental and social well-being and not just the absence of disease or infirmity.” Brilliant. It’s the whole person, people. Everything that makes us who we are needs to be in a good place for us to be healthy.
So that’s what I’m going to focus on this month-getting healthy and spreading health. I’d love it if you joined me. I’ll be letting you know about my commitment back to physical health and how I’m giving myself grace for the too-tight jeans in this new season. We’ll be sharing recipes for the tired cook and hope for those working through grief and mental illness. I’ll be talking about growing in work and in spirit-both tie into my day job and my moonlight career as a writer.
I’m going to try my absolute best to get on here everyday, even if it’s just a picture with encouragement. Feel free to stop by as much or as little as you’d like, and I ALWAYS love comments. They are an encouragement to me.
So, here we go!
Hello October. I have missed you. Now, let’s get to work.