I ran away home for a day with the intent of forcing my soul
to rest and my eyes to dry. I spent the morning (which started at noon) with my
mom and my pets and then came to my third favorite place in the world to work
on productive parts of life that I have been avoiding for months. What I really
wanted to do was blog, but what my Mother, my Professor, and my brain told me
to do was complete my resume. Upon arriving, however, my internet refused to
cooperate. If I cannot access my resume, how could I possibly improve it?
In a time such as this, I ask you: What am I to do but blog*?
It’s about time for my inevitable blog about Autumn, I
think. I’ve told you before that this is the time the world seems to remember
to breathe, be it creation itself or the people who run it. The trees are loosening their grip on the heydays
of the Summer and allowing the passing of time to make their colors richer. Chicagoans
welcome to relief from the humid air we have spent the last three months
swimming through. Everyone’s hair looks better. Music seems louder. Lyrics
matter more. Driving seems to take on a
new sort of joy. Car windows retreat
into hiding. Stop signs aren't so
annoying. Pauses are welcome.
Pauses are welcome.
I think that rings true for me in all of Autumn. No matter what stage of life I am in, Autumn is where I take a break and I make sure that I am still who I am and that I am becoming who I want to be. There is something about the crispness in the air that reminds me that I am alive and that there is hope and that I am called to tell a story with my life.
We were fashioned by a creative God who has orchestrated
every thing that has ever happened. He is a story teller. He not only made us,but He designed us in His image. We are
a reflection of Him because He wants us to be. So shouldn't we be story
tellers? Not just with our words and doodles, but with our lives? I don’t think
anyone will ever pen my biography, but if they did, I should like to give them
something to write about. I want plot twists and adventure. I want to do the
unexpected and prove people wrong. And darnit, I want to tell people that
social media isn't inherently evil (we are).
Do you see what this weather does to me? It brings out the
best in me. It makes me breathe and reminds me to be a story teller. It lets me
wear boots and consume caramel beverages. I’m so grateful that God invented
Autumn. I think it’s my favorite part of the story. Like an unsuspecting
character that doesn’t expect to change anything in life, but ultimately provides
comedic relief and inspiration and an unexpected piece of advice that changes
the whole story. Like Sir Cadogan or Fezzik or Emiline Harris or George (who
spends time at the Nut shop, where it’s fun.)
Autumn is the underdog that changes the whole story, and I want to follow in its footsteps.
*My internet began working seconds after I finished this post. God is funny sometimes. And always totally in control.
