Fall! I beseech you!

Feel normal! And if that is impossible (it is), at least provide a moderate amount of levity.

Texans are good at faking Fall. Typically, there are only two seasons here: Summer and Winter, with Summer hogging most of the twelve months. We see you all with your sweaters and fireplaces, but we're still in bathing suits nursing our resentments with PSLs well through October. But as we very well know, 2020 is no ordinary year.

I'm unsure if it's the temperature then that feeds my usual extreme future-tripping this time of year, but historically my self-talk is: Ok lady, the year is almost over and another year will have gone by that you didn't accomplish everything you wanted to accomplish. Perhaps I have an inner middle-school volleyball coach. She can see my potential and wants the best for me, but she can be a little harsh. 

If finding is the point of seeking, then perhaps it's time to really savor what's been found. Of course 2020 is different in a myriad of ways and I certainly don't need to belabor the point, but it also feels like Fall in Texas, y'all. There is a chill in the morning air that tastes so sweet on the inhale, you don't want to risk letting it go. I spent a few days with my Mom over an extended weekend and we played 100 games of Scrabble with 100 cups of coffee below an open window. The plant nurseries I visited were packed with other humans plotting something wild and lush for their patch of Austin backyard like we were and you could almost hear the chorus, "We're going to spend a lot of time out there in the next few months." Maybe it is the fortuitous temperature shift, but Fall is inviting me to plug into it's wonderment and just see what happens.

I can indulge in binary thinking like anyone else and it will show up like: If I can't go on vacation, I may as well work everyday. I love my work, so what's the harm? What I'm reticent to admit is how it feeds that insatiable hole of "never enough". The long weekend I took doesn't disrupt the flow, it IS the flow and there is so much freedom there. This is my definition of success and I like it. 

If you're still here, thank you. I often say that my journal is the place I get to tell the truth, and this letter is an extension of that. TL;DR, I changed my story about Fall. I took my own advice and I'm glad I did.

So I'd love to hear, how does binary thinking trap you? How do you define success? I'm wrapping up a few clients for my Change Your Story one-on-one coaching program and I can't wait to get some testimonies from them because we really move the needle during our time together. Don't hesitate to hit Reply if you want to chat about the program and see if it may be a good fit for you.

Beseech Fall. Ask of Her what it is you intimately want and then see what happens.