That’s a really good question. It’s a question I have thought about a lot. I think every season is gonna be my favorite season.
When the winter hits it’s lighter out at night because the snow reflects the moon. Everything is still and quiet and it smells so clean and crisp. The winter here is harsh so it forces me to slow down. I don’t enjoy being cold so I stay indoors more. I reflect on how it’s my favorite. It’s slow and strong and powerful without saying a word and it feels like me.
Then the spring comes and I start to see the first migratory birds and I see the squirrels jumping from tree to tree and baby geese in the lake … it’s a cycle of renewal. I think to myself this is definitely me. It’s the time to get out to make plans to start a new.
Then the summer comes and it’s my favorite climate nice and warm and I’m invited to get out and play and have an adventure and I think to myself this is definitely me.
Then the fall comes and the leaves start to change colors and they fall off the trees and collect in the yard, and the birds start to fly south . The trees…the colors…the way they change the way the leaves mature it feels like a beautiful transition. Like the earth is saying it’s okay to grow old. It reminds me that I have earned my wrinkles at 46 and I think to myself this is definitely me
I am not one thing.
I am a cycle.
And I am not trying to narrow myself down to a single identity — I allow all of my phases to be true at once.
Most people cling to one version of themselves at a time but I’d rather love and be everything and nothing all at once.