It seems like everywhere I turn I see endings. Maybe it’s the season, maybe it’s circumstance. The world is transitioning faster than I’m comfortable with. Summer is my season: it’s warm and predictable. You know the sun will be out and the day will be bright. But Fall, man–Fall is unpredictable. One day cool air with sun, the next day the rain comes and the clouds turn everything grey. Fall is kicking my ass and it’s only just begun.
Things are changing, shifting, spiraling. The world has become an uncertain place and the next few weeks will be dedicated to figuring out how to make that transition as smooth as it can possibly be. I’m not sure where I will land. I’m not sure how I will land. But I will land. I will rediscover my passion for what I do, who I am, and what I can give to the world. Each day I will discover #OneThingofWonder. Something that will bring me one step closer to the reclaiming the magic I seem to have lost. Today that #OneThingofWonder are these roses: worn and faded, their life-cycle near completion. Yet, they are beautiful–perhaps more beautiful than when fully bloomed. There is a grace to the end of things. And when these roses are ready to move on, what will take their place will be something WONDERFUL.