Have you ever had one of those days when you look up at the clock and it’s already 8pm? Or how about those days when you glance at your watch and notice that while eternity might have just taken place in an unbearable meeting, in reality only 3 minutes have passed? I know I’ve had my share of both of those days.
Something else surprised me this year. This year, the Fall season seems to be racing by quicker than ever.
Anyone who knows me somewhat well knows that I love this season. Pumpkin spiced lattes, butternut squash soup, and pretending it’s Autumn weather in sunny Southern California are among my favorite autumn pastimes. While I might not be able to wear my spiffy sweaters quite yet, the calendar keeps on moving. This season of my life keeps changing, whether I like it or not.
Halloween is right around the corner and will probably jump out and scare me. November will soon bring the last vestiges of the season and it will finally pass the torch onto the Christmas season. We’ll be singing Christmas carols in our church and George Bailey will be fighting Mr. Potter on TV soon enough. And then Gingerbread and peppermint will soon give way to the long winter of 60 degree SoCal weather and another year will begin. No matter what I do or say, Valentine’s Day will be here sooner than I know it.
Isn’t that just like life?
Seasons come and seasons go. They don’t have the common decency to stop for us when life picks up the pace. If I’m in the middle of cramming Hebrew for seminary, seasons don’t listen and pause for me. No, autumn keeps marching on. Indeed, there is something very humbling in that. It’s also very disconcerting to my ego, because my agenda is smaller than the seasons. I can ignore my beloved pumpkin spice lattes (whThis season of my life keeps changing, whether I like it or not.y, oh why would I?), but those will come and go.
Yes, the seasons will keep marching along this year. I need to be sure to pay attention before life marches under my nose. I need to be present in the rhythms of life.
How do you remain present in the seasons of life?