Wednesday, October 02, 2013

Octobers

October, while a few weeks past the official start of the autumnal season, is typically when the hills of my valley become ablaze with brilliant oranges and reds, the air becomes crisper, and people start to settle in for the long winter months ahead. The pace of life slows down as the days become shorter and weekends are measured by bonfires and beers instead of rushing off to one activity or the next. There’s just something special about October.



This month I’m looking forward to taking a break from work, I have several long weekends planned. A trip to the Outer Banks with my family, a few Pittsburgh events, and will end October with a visit from some friends passing through and one friend in town for a visit. I’m hitting the reset button this month and forcing myself to slow down. I want to spend more time reading and writing and less time watching mindless tv. I want to sit outside in the dark and watch my breath vanish into the air. I want to be a better friend and make more time and space in my life for those who make time and space for me. I want to stop letting work stresses bother me, same goes for people I’m not happy with in my life.

I’m hoping to try to embrace each moment fully without glancing at my cell phone to see if I’ve missed a message that probably isn’t that important or thinking about what I’m going to be doing a few hours from that moment. I’ll be breathing a little deeper and exhaling a little longer both the warm salty sea air of the ocean and the coolness of the Appalachian foothills. I’m looking forward to sitting around a fire with friends (which I’ve already done a fair amount of since the weather turned last month) and baking pumpkin desserts. I’ll stop and really watch the fog as it lifts out of the hills in the early morning light, knowing that the sight isn't something everyone gets to experience.


October makes me happy and thankful that I live in a place that marks the natural shift of the seasons in a pretty spectacular way as opposed to measuring it out in the dropping of a few degrees. I’m grateful to live in a world with real, true Octobers.