Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall
Today we had a winter blizzard in Denver.
I won’t fault you for thinking a blizzard at winter in Denver should be expected.
Those of us who live here know how unusual it actually is.
This specific winter blizzard seems like a fairly mild thing, here in the city.
I’ve lived in New Hampshire and Norway, so snow accumulation measured in inches and not feet seems fairly “not all that blizzard like”.
But on the plains, without trees or cover, I can imagine how snow blowing sideways could be a bit scary.
You would not care all that much about accumulation when you can’t drive because the wind it too strong and you can barely see.
Lucky for us a storm comes and goes, just like each season.
It is a great reminder that nothing is constant.
Change is the norm, not repetition.
I wonder if it’s possible to find repetition in the adaptation to change.
The thought that change becomes the comfort of being alive.
Not settling into a routine which, when it gets up-ended, sends your life in S
I like small routines, like a good morning ritual.
But some things cause more stress. That is, unless they are “handled”.
We have a vacation coming up that needs a little planning.
I do not want to be the one to set the plans because then I want to stick to that plan.
I find it frustrating to spend time getting things organized, only to have spontaneity make light of your plans.
Going with the flow seems easier.
Letting someone else take the lead. (Ed: Message received!)
What do you like?
To take the lead and make a plan, or just follow along?
Is adapting to change its own form of comfort?
If you feel that way, why?
Enjoy the season you are in while training, it will be gone soon. Cheers!